历史的长卷缓缓展开,那一幅幅动人的画面,凝结成了永恒的信念,是那么温暖……花飞汨罗江柔柔细柳,汨罗江边风怒吼,吹得花儿漫天飞舞……他,伫立在江边,一袭白衣,披头散发。风拂过他的脸庞,吹干了眼泪,只留下一道道泪痕。他容貌憔悴,可眼睛依然深邃如夜星、如明珠,透出无尽的坚定与从容。他看清了政治舞台上的风云,义愤填膺,满腔的热血却只能化为无尽的感叹。他抱起大石,沉入那波涛汹涌的江中…… The long scroll of history slowly unfolds, and the moving picture condenses into an eternal faith and is so warm ... Flowers fly Luo Jiang tender and tender willow, Miluo River wind roar, blown flowers flying ...... He , Standing on the waterfront, dressed in white, disheveled. The wind blew his face, blow dry tears, leaving only a trace of tears. He looks haggard, but his eyes are still deep, such as Night Star, such as the Pearl, revealing endless firm and calm. He saw the situation on the political scene, filled with indignation, filled with blood but can only be turned into endless sighs. He picked up the boulders, sunk into the choppy river ...