The World's Rivers and Lakes Are as Prosperous as a Dream

Looking back vaguely, covered by peach blossoms, In this colorful place where fallen flowers fall, can a beautiful woman return? The sword is at the end of the world, the green mountains cover the dusk, When the horse steps on the scent of flowers, he is finally a stranger in a foreign land. Beauties will eventually have their hair tied, green shirts will eventually go out with integrity As soon as I entered the world, the situation was tense. When I wanted to look back, I had already forgotten my love. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.