In the Luanjin Palace, the concubines are laughing; the gold walls and silver tiles are comparable to dust.
The flowers are picked up in the morning and evening, and old things are brought up again: faintly grass-colored, but filling the sky and the earth. Intoxicated by the flowing gold, when I looked up, I saw a vast expanse. Recall: the wind and clouds are changing, but the stars in the sky remain the same; the red walls and yellow tiles, and I dominate the glory; the sword points to the sky, cutting off the mournful lamentations. It's all over, but I can see the beauty of the ends of the world, and I'm here.
Hypocrisy, how hypocritical!
Sing all the long ditties, play all the strange strings in the world, and win over his thousands of troops to become my vassals!
Look at the colorful clouds on the long street, slaughter the thousands of fierce ghosts, scatter the beautiful silk and satin, and you will become a human immortal!
Lean on the carved bench, taste the fine wine after getting drunk, laugh at the warmth and coldness of the world, and look down at the defeated general!
Beautiful, really beautiful!
A river of blood is no match for a half-word of truth; a stream of bright purples and reds is no better than a mountain flower. In just a few strokes of ink, a magnificent life is written. Who remembers that "China has not given up an inch of land for thousands of years"? Who remembers "coming on the wind and leaving the dust"? Who said, "If you are not crazy, you are not a devil, you are not an emperor, you will live your life without regrets or regrets"?
A long sigh - when I wake up from the dream, the grass has withered and the flowers have withered, and the old friend is no longer there. Only two lines of tears were shed, and he died.
The hairpins are falling, and the dead leaves are piled up.
People shed tears when they are away, and sadness when they are strangers.
The general who is good at bewitching people's hearts attacks one person, His Highness Thousand Faces.
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