Heroes and beauties, war-torn times, three thousand miles of mountains and rivers are picturesque.
Flying sand and wolf smoke, soldiers approaching the city, and ten thousand years have turned into dust.
The golden sword and the iron horse, the mountains and rivers pass through the years, the iron cavalry cracks the armor, and spreads the red sky.
There are many spy shadows, the beauty is charming, the clouds are treacherous, and the smoke is filled.
Loyal bones are buried everywhere in the mountains, so why return them wrapped in horse leather?
The beauty of the past is now gray-haired, and the hero of the past is now in ruins.
That dusty heroic history, that tragic scene is heart-wrenching.
Nothing gives time a concrete form, only the ironclad determination to persist in long-cherished wishes. They are far apart and will shine forever.
Zhou Qinghe said: "Riding thousands of miles across rivers and mountains, Xu Jun will be happy for the rest of his life."
Su Huanyan said: "You have to believe that the ending is good. If it is not good enough, it is because it is not the ending yet."
In the age of desolate smoke and vines, flowers and beautiful families are like a fleeting time, drunkenly painted with beauties, and pure and joyful.