Once upon a time, the spring scenery was just right, but in a blink of an eye, the clouds were gone.
Beside the broken bridge, there are piles of corpses and swords hitting the bones, which can't describe the sorrow of leaving the motherland.
This Slender West Lake is stained with blue blood and splashed with red dots, sharing a cup of joy and sorrow.
Nowadays, there is only water left in the mountains, the sun rises and falls, the green streams are full of barbarians, and no swallows return home in front of the hall.
The exhausted hero, looking at the devastation everywhere, has no regrets.
Things in the world are unpredictable and the waves are rolling. Who is not in the boat?
Fortunately, it is safe to write, and the peach blossoms smile in the spring breeze.
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[*Yan Xi's growth direction, *The entire article is expanded based on the original text]
[The main plot is like the tune being mixed up, and on this basis, random transposition is performed, and the genre is produced and eaten by oneself]
[Purely for entertainment, don't take it seriously]
Intention: The mountains and rivers are intact and the spring breeze is intoxicating
