On that day when the army came to the city, he was dressed in white clothes and outsmarted the snow. He stood at the top of the city with his clothes picked up by the wind, his green silk hair disheveled. Facing millions of troops, he could not lose his elegance, with a smile on his face. The hundreds of guards behind him had determination written on their faces. He said to the leader of the enemy army that we would never be together again under the sunset that year. You and I have countless bonds with each other. Now I only ask you a question. The man sitting on the horse in military uniform has a hoarse voice that cannot be said of the vicissitudes of life. He slowly spits out a sentence. You and I will know that the sword is unsheathed in the first battle. Under the military order, the two armies are facing each other. They stand facing each other and their eyes meet. In an instant, he had already spoken a thousand words, his military uniform was taken off like a flaming red disguise, and he suddenly smiled happily. Now he wants to fight with her for their respective countries. Let go of everything in the past, but it is not easy. It's just that we were born at the wrong time. We only hope that we will never be born again in the next life. In troubled times, we met the right person at the wrong time. A strong wind rose, and the yellow sand was chaotic. No one saw clearly the battle. All they knew was that when the wind stopped, a bright blood flower bloomed on the snow-white skirt. The handsome and gentle man fell down. The red man slowly stepped forward to pick up the man, brushed off the ash from his clothes, "killed" thousands of troops and horses, and broke through the city.
Concept: Defects are also a kind of beauty.