In ten years, people in the world have died, but the grass has dried up, but the wine is still mellow, and the song of love is long. It's late at night, and there are three or two small boats ferrying across the river mouth, with coir raincoats lying on their sides and stars dotted there. The moonlight stranded, illuminating the figures shimmering.
Suddenly I saw a person turn over, and a group of heroes stood up together in the dark curtain. The swords were shining and the winter plums were shaking.
I dragged my sword and said with a smile: "Ten years of hunting, I must try my best."
The leader stood proudly at the head of the river, as energetic as before. The only difference was his eyes. The eyes that were once filled with women are now reflected in the river.
"Jiang Buqing, at the end of the war, why ask for trouble." He would say harsh words.
I looked at the sky, and sure enough, Haidu was not a place for people to stay. He was just an inspector, and he knew the official style so accurately that I couldn't tell how he used to compete with me.
I didn't go, it was really good.
The path taught by Master, in the end, is just me who keeps walking.
Hey, the birds are gone and their bows are hidden.
Purpose: firm belief