Tagexing

Noon, The strong wind carried the blizzard, roaring like a jade dragon into the Forbidden City Haixian raised his legs and stepped across the threshold of Qianqing Palace, stepped on the forty-one jade steps and slowly descended The cold wind rolled up the blood-red brocade robe, and the snowflakes flying thousands of miles covered the shoulders "In such a ridiculous world, it's okay if this official doesn't do it!" ------------------------------------------ Dusk, The wind and snow are faint, and a thin plum blossom in the courtyard shakes off the frost and snow, standing proudly Jiang Bao silently held the sword, the cold light flashed, and the flying snow bloomed one by one. The sword pointed at was my father "This swordsmanship has been passed down from male to female since ancient times. As a father, there is nothing I can do about it." ------------------------------------------ Late at night, The long streets were filled with ignorance, the cries shook the sky, and the icicles under the eaves fell to the ground. Mrs. Xie, carrying her young son in her arms, staggered through a foot of snow. My feet were cracked by the frost, and there was a row of bloody footprints on the snow, stained with bright red. "Heaven! I bear all the blame alone. I only ask for my child's life." ------------------------------------------ Strange roads in the world, only a cold wind and snow Looking back, there is no wind and snow Only the joyous songs remain Intention: Disputes in the court, grievances in the world, and the mystery of one's life experience