Part One: The 8-mile Great Wall flies to the bottom of the eye and arches the top of the building, wishing to announce the connection between the government and the mountain. Look at the East Han Shenjing, the west is connected with Sanjin, the north is controlled by Mongolia, and the south is Yanzhao. Why not choose to win and board? While Qingyuan bells are ringing, the north wind is gradually rising at the railing; More mulberry smoke, dotted with some ancient roads and long bridges, don't be lonely around naked oats, endless dragon balls, meandering Yanghe, weak willows in three spring;

bottom line: thousands of years of past events are brought to my mind, and the wine is empty, so who is the rolling hero? I want the Qin dynasty to seal the valley, the Han dynasty to attack the Huns, the Liao dynasty to cut the secluded swallows, and the nine sides of the town to make great efforts to move mountains! Sighing at Yan Ran's monument, but scattered in ordinary lanes; Tears are infinite, and they are sent to Zhang Yuan, a partial town. Only won a few neon lights, half lake autumn water, two lines of geese, and a pillow of frost. Horizontal criticism: Xiongguan Mandao/Ancient Xiongfeng