The iron armor seals the mountain for fifty autumns, and the jade is dark and withered by the sudden wind and frost.
Zhu Fu cracked the tripod, cold smoke locked the tents, and the lonely city was like a fight.
The glacier is quiet at night, with undercurrents lurking and sparks peeking through the window.
Counting all the stars to move the bucket handle, you can only win and become a bandit of flesh and blood.
The shadow of plum blossoms crosses the snow blade in the sky, shining on the Danchi and the moss invading the knot.
The previous dynasty showed great kindness, but the old alliance was cold and desolate. Who will defend the chess piece?
In the desolate courtyard where blood is fertile, crows crow and decaying willows fly, and embers fly and leak.
There is only one pill of frozen moon left, which has been hanging for thousands of years, at the Jingyuan Pass.
