The young man is chivalrous and makes friends with heroes from all five cities.
Liver and gallbladder holes, hair rising.
During the talk, we live and die together, and a promise is worth a thousand pieces of gold.
Pushing the Qiao is brave, proud and indulgent, lightly covered and supported, flying together, fighting against the east of the city.
When drinking wine, the color of spring is floating in the cold jar.
Sucking in the sea and hanging rainbow.
The eagles and dogs are calling leisurely, the white feathers are picking up the carved bows, the cunning holes are empty, and the joy is in a hurry.
Like a Huangliang dream, saying farewell to the red phoenix; the bright moon is shining together, and the lonely canopy is floating.
Officials are redundant and unruly, falling into a dusty cage with a collection of books.
He Bian is like a cloud, for rough use, but it can perform extraordinary functions.
The bamboo sticks are agitating, the fishing sun is busy, and I think about the sad old man. I don't ask for a long tassel, just to get the talent of the genius.
The sword roars to the west wind.
I hate climbing mountains and facing water. I send Qixiantong in my hand and watch my return home.
——He Zhu's "Six States Songtou" (Young Chivalry)
This article is a review of "The Boy from Shushan" and has been completed.
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