The beginning of a system.
The leisurely affection of three-month-old green plums boiled into wine,
Exhausted in three years of swords and swords,
The person who loves deeply is also the person who hates,
Is the wind passing through the Pavilion destined to be annihilated every year?
The heartbeat of a stunning dance in front of the pavilion,
Desperate to rescue each other at a night banquet in Gaochang, Western Regions,
The helplessness of shouldering the national mission,
The sword edge of the woman you love most is the ice that pierces your heart.
In the wind and sand, who is a stranger to whom, and who is accompanying whom?
I dug a new hole, "North of the Huaihe River, South of the Yangtze River"
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Everyone can come to the pit and jump bravely...