In the windy and dusty Saibei, Hu Yan wailed and the wind roared. You are holding the long-cherished wish that the Han and Hungarian nationalities will live in harmony for generations, leaving Chang 'an for peace and prosperity and running in the vast desert. You are willing to exchange your whole life's youth for a rainbow beam that crosses Tianshan Mountain and communicates with the Central Plains.
Will you still miss the carved columns in the Han Palace? There are countless gorgeous paradise that women dream of, but they leave without hesitation and live in a foreign land for life.
After a trip to Zitai and even returning to the desert, she has now become a green grave in the dusk.
The Great Wall is desolate, with colorful clouds every month. Although you are in Attila, you are more expensive than E Shi, and you have endless wealth and luxuries, but these still can't hide your deep love and hate.
You long for happiness, but in the end, you pass it by. Perhaps the only thing you liked from beginning to end was the gentle and jade-like emperor of the Han Dynasty, but you still chose to marry the Huns and start your new life in a desolate place thousands of miles away from home.
Although the passionate emperor of the Han Dynasty loved you very much, he still couldn't save you from the tragedy of dying in your hometown.
You left like this, gradually disappearing into the vast wilderness, but inadvertently left an eternal topic of praise for future generations.
The desert is lonely and the sea is changing. His face was covered with beard and wind, his eyebrows were pinned down and his cheeks were red. Yellow sand covers your face, and your thoughts make you physically and mentally exhausted. Your hand caressed the pipa, and you spent the morning and fainted in despair. At present, there is no spring breeze in the past, flowers are in full bloom, and the local accent is full of ears. Only when the sun sets, geese fly to the flat sand, and the wind is gone.
The Tatar song on her jade guitar tells her eternal sadness.
Tears spilled on the pipa. You choose to bear this pain alone in exchange for world peace. Personal pain, the peace of the whole life, is transformed into "eighteen beats of eggplant", which slides leisurely between your fingers until you are old.
In this way, you sacrificed your life's happiness for the peace and long-term friendship on the border between China and Hungary. Your name has been praised by people for thousands of years, but how many people in the world can understand your deep sorrow and regret?