A collection of old stories from Lao Jiumen
The wind and sand in Star City have passed, and the golden horse and the iron horse are in tears.
The old dream still occurs every other year.
Hold a lamp and light up the world like smoke. Congratulations to Changchun forever.
Sitting at the desk and chatting slowly about stars and sands, the sword flashes and the shadow is heroic.
And the floating life will be destroyed within a year.
Pour a glass of wine and drink a hundred years of vicissitudes. See Born as a Dragon.