The bright moon, the bright moon, the bright moon during the Qin Dynasty and the Han Dynasty, the moon, the moon, the moon has been hanging there for thousands of years, benevolently watching the cruelty of war and the changes of dynasties. Xiao Ding was muttering Cui Jian's song. He had stayed up all night without closing his eyes. He was singing to wake himself up while galloping on his horse in the dark night of the grassland.
Concept: In the wind and sand of the grassland, he learns to grow up.
