A gust of autumn wind blew, the pool water rippling slightly, kissing the rocks lightly; the leaves fluttered and danced in the wind. Autumn came to us quietly again, with the warmth of summer but the slight chill of winter. I love seasons like this, brilliant and splendid, calm and calm, what a perfect synthesis! This is the most beautiful night in autumn. I look up at the starry sky, the bright moon seems to be washed by water, it is extraordinarily bright, lofty and fascinated. The moonlight impregnates the whole earth, immersing the world in its silver sea of ​​light, setting off a warm and quiet night, its beauty So captivating, its beauty is intoxicating! But behind this beauty, there is the sadness of "the Qin Dynasty is bright and the moon is the Han Dynasty, and the people on the Long March have not returned", "people have joys and sorrows, the moon is cloudy and sunny, and this matter is difficult to complete". Looking at the bright moon, bowing your head and thinking of your hometown” is the desolation and yearning of the bright and beautiful bright moon, how many tears and longings, how much pain and desolation are behind you! In the vast universe, my heart is so lost, the bright moon in the sky once again reminds me of my long-lost relatives, I wonder if you can fly to that beautiful paradise as the myth says; I don’t know the kindness Does the God of God exist, so that every good person can be reborn... But no matter what, there is always a me in the distance, in another world, always praying for you and blessing you!

I don't know how long it took, a cool breeze came, and suddenly I seemed to be awakened. I looked up at the starry sky again, and vaguely I saw the stars twinkling in the distance, just like a few poems "The street lights in the distance are bright, okay. Like countless stars shining. The stars in the sky appear, as if countless street lamps are lit... Heaven and earth are integrated, so beautiful and moving. Look at the twinkling stars that dot the sky and decorate this dark night. The moonlight is beautiful tonight, but the stars are even more beautiful tonight. Its beauty is vast beauty, its beauty is selfless beauty, in every night, the twinkling stars always use their faint light to drive out the darkness of the night, in every place where the moon cannot be seen, that The faint starlight will also accompany you through the cold night. When we are depressed, we might as well look up at the starry sky and the twinkling stars in the sky. It will not give you great strength and passion, but it will give you a touch of warmth, a touch of warmth that is enough to calm your heart. Tears and thoughts, pain and desolation belong to the back of the bright moon, the twinkling stars will accompany me out of the night of the world, the winter of the world! if there was a time machine If there is a time machine, I will choose to go back to the past, go through the fog of time, and experience the Overlord of Western Chu.

At night, a black song floats in the air - beleaguered from all sides. Overlord, Overlord of Western Chu, I do not deny that you were once a mighty hero, but how could a hero have such an endgame today? The fate of heroes should not be like this! Maybe this is the fault of history. History is between you and the great ancestor, choosing to drown you in the long river of history! Maybe it's because you are headstrong and don't listen to people's advice! You have created the historical glory of "breaking the boat and sinking the boat". In that Hongmen banquet, you couldn't bear to kill the killer. Today, it's your turn to face the sword of the emperor! Hero wine, overlord heart, beauty tears. I know that you can't let go of Concubine Yu-your beloved woman; you can't let go of your Wuxian who was born and died with you, and you are even sorry for the Jiangdong elders who are looking forward to your triumphant return!

The general trend is over, and you watch the people around you disappear little by little and fall down. You are powerless. There is no way, history is so cruel, no one can change history, no one can escape the fate that is doomed, when you see that all this is powerless to undo, is there something called "vicissitudes" in your heart? Wujiang River. This rolling river is like a glorious past that will never return, so you remember that since you dispatched troops, you have won more than 200 battles, big and small, and those victories show an unparalleled pride. , a beautiful night with Yu Ji - everything has become history, now you are facing countless enemy soldiers, you step back step by step, back to the riverside, back to the edge of history, Jiangdong fathers and elders appear in front of you Eyes of expectation - You stroked Wu Yan's head melancholy, then closed your eyes, and your heart turned abruptly, drew out your sword, and ended your life. A shining meteor just fell into the long river of history. Live as a hero, die as a hero. So far, I have been thinking about Xiang Yu and refused to cross Jiangdong. Postscript: This is how I met the Time Spirit and felt the helpless Overlord of Western Chu. I saw that the elves were crying. Because she felt the same as I did.

A gust of autumn wind blew, the pool water rippling slightly, kissing the rocks lightly; the leaves fluttered and danced in the wind. Autumn came to us quietly again, with the warmth of summer but the slight chill of winter. I love seasons like this, brilliant and splendid, calm and calm, what a perfect synthesis! This is the most beautiful night in autumn. I look up at the starry sky, the bright moon seems to be washed by water, it is extraordinarily bright, lofty and fascinated. The moonlight impregnates the whole earth, immersing the world in its silver sea of ​​light, setting off a warm and quiet night, its beauty So captivating, its beauty is intoxicating! But behind this beauty, there is the sadness of "the Qin Dynasty is bright and the moon is the Han Dynasty, and the people on the Long March have not returned", "people have joys and sorrows, the moon is cloudy and sunny, and this matter is difficult to complete". Looking at the bright moon, bowing your head and thinking of your hometown” is the desolation and yearning of the bright and beautiful bright moon, how many tears and longings, how much pain and desolation are behind you! In the vast universe, my heart is so lost, the bright moon in the sky once again reminds me of my long-lost relatives, I wonder if you can fly to that beautiful paradise as the myth says; I don’t know the kindness Does the God of God exist, so that every good person can be reborn... But no matter what, there is always a me in the distance, in another world, always praying for you and blessing you!

I don't know how long it took, a cool breeze came, and suddenly I seemed to be awakened. I looked up at the starry sky again, and vaguely I saw the stars twinkling in the distance, just like a few poems "The street lights in the distance are bright, okay. Like countless stars shining. The stars in the sky appear, as if countless street lamps are lit... Heaven and earth are integrated, so beautiful and moving. Look at the twinkling stars that dot the sky and decorate this dark night. The moonlight is beautiful tonight, but the stars are even more beautiful tonight. Its beauty is vast beauty, its beauty is selfless beauty, in every night, the twinkling stars always use their faint light to drive out the darkness of the night, in every place where the moon cannot be seen, that The faint starlight will also accompany you through the cold night. When we are depressed, we might as well look up at the starry sky and the twinkling stars in the sky. It will not give you great strength and passion, but it will give you a touch of warmth, a touch of warmth that is enough to calm your heart. Tears and thoughts, pain and desolation belong to the back of the bright moon, the twinkling stars will accompany me out of the night of the world, the winter of the world! if there was a time machine If there is a time machine, I will choose to go back to the past, go through the fog of time, and experience the Overlord of Western Chu.

At night, a black song floats in the air - beleaguered from all sides. Overlord, Overlord of Western Chu, I do not deny that you were once a mighty hero, but how could a hero have such an endgame today? The fate of heroes should not be like this! Maybe this is the fault of history. History is between you and the great ancestor, choosing to drown you in the long river of history! Maybe it's because you are headstrong and don't listen to people's advice! You have created the historical glory of "breaking the boat and sinking the boat". In that Hongmen banquet, you couldn't bear to kill the killer. Today, it's your turn to face the sword of the emperor! Hero wine, overlord heart, beauty tears. I know that you can't let go of Concubine Yu-your beloved woman; you can't let go of your Wuxian who was born and died with you, and you are even sorry for the Jiangdong elders who are looking forward to your triumphant return!

The general trend is over, and you watch the people around you disappear little by little and fall down. You are powerless. There is no way, history is so cruel, no one can change history, no one can escape the fate that is doomed, when you see that all this is powerless to undo, is there something called "vicissitudes" in your heart? Wujiang River. This rolling river is like a glorious past that will never return, so you remember that since you dispatched troops, you have won more than 200 battles, big and small, and those victories show an unparalleled pride. , a beautiful night with Yu Ji - everything has become history, now you are facing countless enemy soldiers, you step back step by step, back to the riverside, back to the edge of history, Jiangdong fathers and elders appear in front of you Eyes of expectation - You stroked Wu Yan's head melancholy, then closed your eyes, and your heart turned abruptly, drew out your sword, and ended your life. A shining meteor just fell into the long river of history. Live as a hero, die as a hero. So far, I have been thinking about Xiang Yu and refused to cross Jiangdong. Postscript: This is how I met the Time Spirit and felt the helpless Overlord of Western Chu. I saw that the elves were crying. Because she felt the same as I did.