The beacon fire is full of smoke, and the sky is filled with yellow sand.
Bah!
I just wanted to recite a few lines of poetry, but God refused to give me any face. The wind and sand blurred my face.
What the hell is "the desert is solitary and the smoke is straight, and the long river is setting the sun"? I think it means "the desert is windy and sandy, making your face covered with mud"!
Mom, no, I am now the gatekeeper of this damn place.
Miss me, Shen Zhao, as beautiful as a flower (cross out), romantic and suave (cross out), handsome (you can have this!
)... In short, in order to protect the land that my father and my brother bought with their lives, we can only dress up as men, take the place of my miserable brother, and be the "leader" in this inhospitable place.
