Xuanwu Sign for Seven Thousand Years

The falling maple recalls the past and laments over the river; the green rock floats and sinks and the sheng is played lazily The sun is leaving melancholy, the snow is floating in the sky, and the withered yellow color has faded away, and I sigh with laughter. In the dark ten days, the crows can't catch the wind and cold, and the whales in the sea are not ashamed of themselves. The horse is in the dark, and it is difficult to cry in sorrow The ink written with you falls off the cliff and the joy disappears Watching the world with three thousand human feelings, enjoying the long night with a long lamp The beard is white, drunk with snow and sand, the bones are white and the corpse is cold, the ink and blood stain the robe... This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.