When the knight came to the small building in the rain, I changed my beaded shirt into a red one.
From now on, there will be no more legends about Pipa. Fighting with a sword, the rivers and lakes are far away.
The storyteller said that the old bridge section is about to enter the world three minutes later
The rouge presses deeply into the bottom of the ancient box, how can you know that your face is covered with dust?
Horses galloping with flying hair
Who climbed the flowers in the courtyard for me?
High branches don't hear the wind from low places
But it blooms with similar flowers
Fresh clothes and angry horses are in their youth
Throw away the female beauty and rely on the sword from now on
If you are trapped in Qionglou and miss Kyushu
How do you know that the world is free?
Red pills are prescribed by the passenger bridge. Boats are walking along the river at night and the lights are fading.
Washing old green shirts in the middle of the year. It's getting late.
The rain falls on the green bamboo without a paper umbrella. It's hard to hide from the cold in thin clothes under the moon.
The Jiuzhou River is so surging that crossing it is a red shirt
The storyteller said that the old bridge section is about to enter the world three minutes later
The rouge presses deeply into the bottom of the ancient box, how can you know that your face is covered with dust?
Who crosses the snow-capped mountains and talks about the difficulty of rivers and lakes? Whose yard is admired in the drizzle?
Words that Jianghu once didn't understand are no longer far away now
——Darsity "The Ballad of Rivers and Lakes"