The wind and sand in Yanmen cannot blow away the light from the young man's eyes;
The chess game of Jiangshan cannot trap the hot fire in my chest.
Silver armor and white clothes, black horse and white horse,
They met in the torrent of troubled times and separated at the fork in the road of fate.
They use guns as pens and blood as ink,
In the history of history, write the most touching chapter.
Qing History lives up to the hearts of young people, the common people, and each other.
