The wind blows silently, leaving frost on the ground
The light of the sword and the sound of the wild geese
The Iron Horse and the Iron Horse Leng Yue Tears
Fighting on the battlefield, breaking the heart
Not as good as the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, the red sleeves add fragrance
No more lingering than a water town, a warm jade hotbed
Beauty is as fragile as glass
Why bother chasing after love?
Beautiful smile, picturesque features, charming manners
The heroic sword is murderous and blood spills out of the sheath
Light singing, dancing, harp and string music, flying pen and calligraphy, and the sound of flute
The sword is drawn and the sword is shaken, the drum is heard, the bow is raised, the spear is raised, and the horn is sounded
Between the beds there are bursts of moans
On the battlefield, shouting is endless
In my dream last night, the floating shadow gradually disappeared in the water
Cut off feelings and care about the lives of the people in the world
In the end, whoever laughs and dominates the world has no intention