The young man in his memory once talked loudly about his three long-cherished wishes in his life: first, to drink the strongest wine, second, to ride the fastest horse, and third, to marry the most beautiful person in the world.
Back then, apricot blossoms adorned the branches, and the young man bid farewell to his master and embarked on the bloody rivers and lakes. But I just hid behind the inscription and quietly watched him go away.
He held the sword and a pot of wine hanging on his waist, and gradually moved away towards the rivers and lakes. At that time, I didn't know that everything would change when we saw each other again.
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