Beautiful book of songs
There is a beauty that needs no decoration. From the heart, Long song.
In the song of Guan Luoge on the beach by the river, we heard the love motto of my fair lady and a gentleman.
In the sound of cutting sandalwood in Shan Ye woodland, we saw a group of bare backs, and the grief and indignation was 30 billion yuan.
When the standard sounded, we heard the roar of the soldiers who participated in the war, saying that they had no clothes and their robes.
Wild or elegant.
Whether it's singing or pacing.
All this sounds so natural, true and transparent.
Pure as the ancient days, pure as the source of living water.
This is the Book of Songs.
There is a kind of beauty that will not fade.
This is a flower that blooms in the blood of a nation.
More than three thousand years ago, in an ancient country, those ancestors who didn't leave their surnames.
Rub life, love and labor into the harp, and let the flying songs scattered in Shan Ye converge into an endless river of songs.
This is the Book of Songs.
The wind of history has blown down countless crowns and dispersed endless prosperity.
But I can't stop blowing that string of noisy bamboo slips, blowing the scenery that left countless fingerprints on it.
The beauty of human nature that beats with the vitality of life will remain unchanged for three thousand years.
Run away and burn China's hand holding your hand. Old Valley is in a different room from your son, and death is the same point.
This incomparable beauty of the East.
Beautiful rivers, beautiful fields, beautiful sky and beautiful clouds.
More beautiful people, beautiful emotions, beautiful rhythm, beautiful rhythm.
Of all the descriptions of beauty, The Book of Songs is the most beautiful.
Come on, let's follow the poem of 300.
Go hiking, wandering, pursuing, and pick up an eternal song in the memory of dust.
Oh, the beautiful book of songs