打开收音机,一曲千回百转、催人愁肠的《出塞曲》流淌着,流淌到我的心底。汉室的无能是热血儿女们的悲剧,王昭君盈盈站起,于是这个羸弱的女子扭转了时代悲剧的宿命。篱笆外的古道,谁在用琵琶弹奏了一曲《出塞曲》?在历史的迷雾中,这声音回响了多少年多少代?一个美丽女子的青春在迷雾中黯淡、消逝,从而一个朝代得以在迷雾中安身。昭君啊,出塞的那条路上,荒草间可曾闪烁你坚毅的泪水?那马蹄下滚滚烟尘 Turn on the radio, a thousand times the turn of the century, reminding me of the saddle “song” flowing, flowing to my heart. The incompetence of the Han is the tragedy of blood children, Wang Zhaojun Ying Ying stood up, so the weak woman reversed the fate of the tragedy of the times. Who is using the pipa to play a song “Out of the song” in the fog of history? How many years has this sound echoed? The youth of a beautiful woman dims and disappears in the mist so that a dynasty can Set in the fog. Zhaojun ah, out of the way of the road, the grass has flashing your perseverance tears? The horseshoe billowing smoke