The clouds cover the moon, and the night is quiet and the wind is clear. Silence can hardly hide the excitement in the heart, and there is a tenderness that will never regret even if it is steel that has been tempered a hundred times.
It is more than two thousand miles from Shaanxi to Peiping. It is a journey of blood and fire. The arrows are careless. The road ahead is long. Please take care of yourself.
If you don't expect to have a hero's dream for thousands of years, why would you return to him wrapped in horse leather?
The bright moon in Huainan is cold and the mountains are cold, and no one cares about me when I return.
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