(Ping Xie) Lian Zhizhong

Ancient style short story, HE. Inspired by the song of the same name by Tacke. Lyrics are attached at the end of the article. Excerpt That night, the heavy snow knocked on the camp door, breaking the sound of gold and iron horses. Bury your liver and gallbladder for eternity and build my city of lovesickness Papers of merit and fame are scattered on the city wall, and the green hills outside the city are long and horizontal. Sitting facing the weeds on the grave, talking about life over wine A cup full, and suddenly it's spring again ——The road to Huangquan comes one after another, so there is no need to drink in hatred. Conception: