Urban Superboy

The title of Cao Yue's essay is "singing for a woman a thousand years ago".

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the southeast northwest wind blows down the dust clouds of the millennium.

Inside and outside the dream, there are always slender figures dancing.

Your dancing figure entices me to this once brilliant royal palace!

standing on the high platform and looking back on the prosperous Tang Dynasty, we can know that the once brilliant scarlet of carved hurdles has been sleeping for thousands of years.

Who would have known that Tang Yun, who has been sleeping for thousands of years, rings again when I step on this place gently!

my heart is lonely with the changeable world, and the dust falls on the stone steps, which startles a trace of the music of a thousand years in the boundless depths.

In the romantic and snowy season more than a thousand years ago, the woman who played the piano here would dance long hair as sleeves and play a thousand year Tang music in the night?

The wind comes from ancient times and tells the lost legend of history.

The scarlet carving fence has long been sleeping in the dust of history, but at this moment, stepping on this land which makes many people sigh and sigh, the time of a thousand years seems to be only a short distance, and you can reach it!

like a legend of a story, I passed through the thousand years of time in an instant, met with you in the twilight, and danced with your hands, playing the music From the bottom of my heart, flying between you and me, holding hands and gazing at each other, the tears in my eyes are actually crystal clear!

the past is like fireworks behind the time, I don't know from which day, I don't know to which year, you are always my silent waiting ---- the helpless across time and space.

And in this night, everything seems like a dream come true.

No need to look back, the ancient rhyme you play and sing is just like the soul of the night, swimming in the palace and pavilion once, telling a whole section of human love!

the music of the piano penetrating the years, from the night to the night, becomes the crystal clear in your eyes.

Plain clothes bloom like a white lotus stem, your tears drop down the stone steps, drop in my heart!

gently reach out, want to wipe away the crystal clear for you.

But when I smile and brush your cheek with my hand, I find I can't even relax.

The sound of the piano is quiet and the music is clank. Countless dreams come in an instant, but everything is broken in the moment I want to grasp, and it falls from my fingers.

All of them are drifting away in a dreamlike trance, leaving a lot of melancholy.

Looking at the Tang Palace Palace, I finally realized that the silence of time is impossible to come back. You and I are two people separated by time and space for thousands of years. Your face will appear in my dream, but my smile will never become your light singing!

take a deep breath and let the two tears that I don't know when will drop into the night.

Taking advantage of the night, let's gently sing a song of the Tang Dynasty, singing into a dream of soul blending.

****After reading this essay, Zheng Han was deeply shocked.

Cao Yue didn't need to explain anything. She immediately understood who the woman in this article was, and she immediately put herself into it. She imagined that the woman in Chinese and Cao Yue were playing and singing in the night and dancing in the hazy. At last, they held hands and looked at each other, speechless and choking.

She's a little drunk.

The first time she saw what Cao Yue wrote, she did not expect that this unyielding iron man should have such tenderness and delicacy.

Cao Yue's evaluation of himself is true.

After watching it, Zheng Han looked at Cao Yue with a smile on his face and a deep feeling.

All in silence, no need for verbal explanation and explanation, two people's eye communication on everything.

The more Cao knew, Zheng Han recognized his writing and praised him very much.

It made him very proud.

He knew that Zheng Han was a top student in the Chinese department. No matter what he wrote, he was very good. He could not compare with him.

This essay can get her approval, which shows that he wrote really good.

This essay was really written by him on a vacation a few years ago when he was traveling to Xi'an. When he went to the Daming Palace Ruins Park, he meditated on the Taiye pool. Suddenly, his inspiration burst out and he wrote it down.

At that time, he seemed to have a mysterious feeling, as if there were ancient people around him. The beautiful woman whom he had always admired and loved was dancing around him. That night, he also had a dream of going back to the Tang Dynasty, dreaming of many beautiful women. After waking up from the dream, his thoughts were naturally revealed and he wrote down his feelings.

Although he was admitted to the army, he felt that he was a literati and was interested in history and literature.

His love of literature should be inherited from his mother Nie Dan.

Like Zheng Han, Nie Dan is a strange woman. He is proficient in chess, piano, calligraphy and painting, and his writing style is extraordinary. Because of the innate factors and the influence of the day after tomorrow, Cao Yue wrote very well when he was young. Nie Dan once suggested that Cao Yue should choose to study Chinese at university.

However, after a series of mistakes, Cao went to be a soldier without the college entrance examination. When he came back, he still didn't take the college entrance examination. Instead, he went to Jiangsu and Zhejiang University to study history under the arrangement of his father.One thing is that Cao Yue is very confident. In terms of literary literacy, he should not be inferior to the top students in the Chinese department.

In his own words, he is an all-round man, a hero of both civil and military talents.

His favorite person is so excellent in writing. Of course, Zheng Han is happy.

Several other girls read this article, also very shocked.

It's not that they think it's a masterpiece, but they are amazed that Cao Yue, a veteran, can write such a delicate and beautiful article.

"Cao Yue's younger brother, your writing style is very good," Zhu Xiaopin praised, then pointed to Zheng Han and said to Cao Yue, "Hanhan is like the woman you wrote about."

Zheng Han smiles politely and doesn't say anything.

At this time, the snacks they ordered came up, and the five people had to stop talking.

After the waiter left, Cao asked the four girls with a smile: "the woman I wrote in this article, do you guess who it is?"

"Shangguan Wan'er!" Zheng Han leaned to Cao Yue's ear, gently said a name, and then very proud to smile.

Cao Yue nodded slightly, expressing approval.

"Wu Zetian!" Zhu Lishuang is a different answer.

"Should be Shangguan Waner!" Chen Xiaohui and Zheng Han said the same answer.

"I think it's Princess Taiping," Zhu Xiaopin and other people's answers are different. After saying his guess, he asked Zheng Han, "Hanhan, who do you think it is?"

"It must be Shangguan Waner."

After Zheng Han said the answer very definitely, several women's eyes looked at Cao Yue at the same time.

"Among the famous women of that time, women probably liked Wu Zetian, Princess Taiping and empress Wei, but there was basically only one man who liked, that is, Shangguan Waner, prime minister without crown. Zheng Han and Chen Xiaohui are right. This article was written by Shangguan Waner. " Cao Yue said the answer with a smile.

"Why do men like shangguanwan'er?" Zhu Xiaopin is a little puzzled. "Is it because of her poor life?"

Zheng Han did not speak, slowly drank the mutton soup, looked at Cao Yue, and waited for him to say the answer.

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