"Thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, thousands of miles of rivers, thousands of miles of red walls are covered with clouds"... The woman in red sang in a low voice, like a willow oriole. Under the scorching sun, the smile is bright, as if the brilliance of the sun and the moon have been condensed. "Before the troubled times, the red lips were clasped, the sweethearts raised their sleeves, the morning dew and the beauty came at night; after the city was broken, the loess rose, the heroes raised their poles, and the soldiers were tired of deceit all their lives..."
It was a time when the Seven Kingdoms were in power and all the heroes were rising.
Driven by ambition and desire, the borders between the countries are filled with smoke and corpses are everywhere... In the midst of wars, who will rule the world again for eternity.
The emperor's will in the palace is unsettled, and the people in the city are in panic.
Since ancient times, the man's grave has been a gentle place, wielding a sword to cut off the endless sorrow, and is willing to bury Yi Xinkou.
No matter how powerful they are, no matter how gentle they are, we can only perform the drama of the emperor and his subjects together, and we can compose a song of beauty of the country and the mountains together.