The country is so beautiful that it has attracted countless heroes to bend their waists. They have shed blood for thousands of miles on the imperial road, and one general has made thousands of bones withered.
How enchanting is the country? It can make countless heroes bow to it.
Behind success, there is a price to pay.
Asking you how much sorrow you can have is like a river of spring water flowing eastward.
High and cold. Who can see the loneliness of the king?
The country is like a painting, the beauty is like water, it is a picture of an empire.
The earth-shattering imperial deeds will never be lost in life and death.