At the beginning of the Northern Song Dynasty, the situation was turbulent, Xiangyang was undercurrent, and the northwest was full of smoke.
The sword flies seven feet, the robe turns crimson, and the temple is as deep as the sea. Do you remember the heroes of the past? I thought that I would help Qingtian spend my whole life, but unexpectedly, I met the Buddha in the mountain temple. Destiny comes and goes, love is deep and love is shallow, who can interpret the meaning of a sign is empty.
The ground is covered with frost and the sky is blue. A song is filled with sadness and sadness. Thinking of Ganzhou, the dream is far away, and the mist is so lonely. Originally it was just a shadow in the sky, but it became clearer. The spring silkworms are gone, the summer cicadas are gone, and the autumn is beginning, and the jade bridles are racing. Thousands of cavalry swept through, the beacon fire was calm, the hatred of the family and the country, all followed the east.
The love is hard to end, the thoughts are endless, and it's too hasty. Why should I go to Qianshan Road again? Who would have sworn that there would be no trace of it? In the vague dream of reunion, you hold the meteor arrow, and I hold the moon bow. May the wind blow the snow in Helan, and I may come and go with you. When the wind and snow melt, we will see each other in the depths of spring on the other shore, and we will stay with each other forever.
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