No matter how bitter and tired you are, no matter how aggrieved and helpless you are, no matter how pessimistic and disappointed you are, let us keep a little heroic spirit in our hearts, worthy of our ancestors, worthy of our descendants, and worthy of our heads!

This is a poignant history about the growth of the young Gao Shenghan, with joys and sorrows, chivalrous tenderness, and generous and tragic songs.

Here, let's use a poem by Su Dongpo as the inscription.

Water tune song head Huangzhou Kuaizai Pavilion presented Zhang Hao

The sunset embroidered curtain roll, the pavilion is empty.

Zhijun is a new work for me, and the windows are wet and red.

Long remember that on the Pingshan Hall, the smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River are pillowed, and there is no lonely Hong.

Recognize the drunkard's language, and the mountains are in the middle of nothing.

A thousand acres, all mirrors are clean, and the blue peaks are poured.

Suddenly, the waves rose and danced a leaf of pulsatilla.

can laugh at the son of Lantai, who has not solved the problem of Zhuang Sheng's nature, and there are male and female in Gangdao.

A little haoran, a thousand miles of fast wind.

December 17, 2015 00:02:56 Drafted in Yisheng Road, Hangzhou

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