When the wolf smoke rises, I rest my sword on my back and wait to see. The north tower window is full of scenery. The sun is blocked by banners and clouds. The red flags are all gray, and people feel melancholy. Iron cavalry and silver spears, blood drinking on the frontier, remember dressing up in the small window, facing the mandarin ducks in the dream, the sound of the strings makes the soul feel sad, and the passion is revealed.
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