Such a man can only thrive if he is careless and crazy. Look at Cao Man's career, the night moon on the bird platform, the feudal spirit, the spring breeze of swallows. The roar makes thunder, and the liver and intestines are like stones. It is different when you come to the respect. In this world, only Chanjuan's sword can wear down all the heroes.
Just... Want to write down something...
Look at his young and spring clothes, and look at his dreams.
Things I want to write but can't.