I met Shuchu in Jiangzhou City, and met you in front of Heting Pavilion for life.
The clouds move in all directions, listening to the rain in the sky alone, and the actor talks about his future with swords and swords in the rivers and lakes.
Three years ago, I passed through Jiangzhou in a dream, and the shadows of great fame and fortune floated across thousands of mountains.
Qingchuan is brilliant and white hair is born from the river, and the sound of music spreads across the capital.
The sea of people is vast, the true love of the past is remembered, the snow on the mountain melts, the breeze blows, and the flowers and rain sing.
