The young man waved his light fur, sang and played the long sword
Xiangluye travels to the edge of old dreams
Wuling Shengqu's loose red gauze is messy
The pride is empty and the heart is filled with sadness and the wine is cold
The road to the world of mortals has been broken with two feet
Flowers bloom and fade several times
Zhuang Zhouyi dreamed of butterflies flying far away
Three lives of right and wrong are just a matter of leisure
Wealth and prosperity are like clouds
Look at Zhu Chengbi's blood and tears
The stormy and long night is boundless
Wait until the next life to look back and judge
Let's see who is worthy of Zhu Chengbi
This article has been overhauled and may be updated a bit slowly. But my character is guaranteed and I will not give up.
Green riverside grass: grass on the fence plain