He has eyebrows like bright stars and a smile like the rising sun. He holds a sentimental sword and plays out the story of love and hatred.
He is full of heroic spirit, wandering around the world, holding a loyal and courageous gun, and fighting with endless smoke.
He has dark clothes and black hair, eyebrows dotted with cinnabar, and is dressed in blood-stained clothes, leading a stormy plan.
The world is a chess piece, the eight wastelands are the pieces, the conspiracy is the plan, the land stained with blood is the rivers and lakes? For a temple?
Many years later, he retired to the mountains and forests, dreamed of the world, and traveled far beyond the Great Wall.
The wind and sand in the desert, when I look back at that moment, it is just
Things in this world are like tides and people are like water. Only a few people sigh in the rivers and lakes.