Is this rare treasure a blessing or a curse?
The hurried figure who turned away was an enemy or a friend?
The dilemma of whether to stay or go, should we stay or leave?
The bloody feud that fell from the sky is in this life or the next?
It is to take your hands to survey the beauty of the thirty-six continents, to rise to the morning sun and to invite the bright moon;
It is still an iron horse and a golden sword that travels through eighteen mountains and rivers, expanding vertically and horizontally, and closing and closing continuously.
The dust has settled and there is a lot of disturbance
What's left in the end is the slightly curved eyebrows on the gentle eyes of the eunuch's daughter,
It's still the corners of the mouth of the reckless young man with a turban and a feather fan.