Please write an article about Wang Zhaojun, preferably original.
This article was originally written by the Shihai Rafting Team
In Saibei where the wind and sand are flying, the wild geese are wailing and the wind is howling. With your long-cherished wish for the harmony between the Han and Hungarian tribes from generation to generation, you stayed away from the peaceful singing and dancing in Chang'an and traveled across the vast desert. You are willing to exchange your youth for a rainbow beam that spans the Tianshan Mountains and connects the Central Plains.
Will you still be nostalgic for the jade railings and splendor of the Han Palace? There is a gorgeous paradise that countless women dream of, but they leave without hesitation to live in a foreign land for the rest of their lives.
As soon as I went to Zitai, I walked back to the desert, leaving only the green tomb to face the dusk.
Beyond the Great Wall is desolate, with colorful clouds chasing the moon. Although you are in the palace of the Huns and have the title of Shan Yulan, you enjoy endless glory, wealth, fine clothing and food, but these still cannot conceal the deep love and hatred in your heart.
You long for happiness, but in the end you still miss it so close. Maybe the only one you have loved most from the beginning to the end is the gentle Emperor Yuan of Han Dynasty, but you still chose the road of no return by marrying the Xiongnu without hesitation, and went to a desolate place thousands of miles away from your hometown to start your new life again. life.
Although the affectionate Emperor Yuan of Han loves you extremely, he still cannot save the tragedy of you ending up in a foreign country.
You just went and went, gradually disappearing into the vast wilderness, but inadvertently left an eternal topic of praise for future generations.
The lonely smoke in the desert and the vicissitudes of life. His face was covered with hair and hair, his eyebrows were pinned and his cheeks were red. The yellow sand has haggard your face, and the longing has exhausted your body and mind. You stroked the pipa with your hand and spent every morning and evening in a state of sadness. Your eyes no longer have the spring breeze blowing in your face, the flowers blooming, and the local sounds filling your ears. What you have is only the setting sun, flying geese flying across the sand, and windy dusk clouds.
For thousands of years, the pipa has been playing nonsense, and there is clear resentment in the music.
Crying on the lute. You chose to bear this pain alone in exchange for the peace of the world. Personal pain and the peace of the common people are transformed into "Eighteen Beats of Hujia", sliding leisurely between your fingers until you are old.
In this way, you sacrificed your life's happiness in exchange for peace and long-term friendship on the border between the Han and Hungarian peoples. For thousands of years, your name has been praised by people, but how many people in the world can understand the sorrow and regret deep in your heart?