A beauty's smile will captivate the city, and the country's troops will be desolate!
Who in the world is a hero? The long sword points angrily, and the princes and lords everywhere sing wildly.
The old palace is all turned into dirt, and the iron horse is miserable even when the lonely wind laughs.
The people are drunk with money and ecstasy, and the dogs and horses are lonely and sad.
In the past, I was the king, but now I am a bandit. I still remember the sea of mist and willows even when I was dying.
Smoke in the willow sea, drunk Yaotai, clouds and rain dream of Penglai.
In the dream of Penglai, the clouds and rain dispersed. In the past, the drums and drums were beating, and the jade tube was completely dusty!
When the dust is gone, the wine is gone for a thousand rounds, and Guan Ju sings and sings farewell.
Ruyu, the daughter of He, died as a dove. How many lingering thoughts, the mountains and rivers are actually thousands of layers!
The book and sword have also turned into frost, and the shadow of hesitation has faded. Sad and sad, all the clothes are abandoned.
However, Qingcheng will eventually grow old, how long will we meet again in life and death?
The long sword can only dream of a hero, but the young man Miao is buried in the green tomb.
Being alone was miserable and speechless, and I was so sad that I asked myself:
Beauty is here, beauty is here, where can I rely on today? …
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