Tibetan Spring Deep

Tigers and leopards are rampant in the court, and jackals are in control. One step leads to mountains and flowing water, or to the banks of Huangquan River, which is a dark and sinister purgatory; the rivers and lakes are turbulent, and various factions are fighting. The road ahead is spring and scenery, or snow is blowing and the wind is blowing, and the ice is frozen for thousands of miles. Let's see, those who were born in the Imperial City and Tianjia had dark ghosts in their hearts, fighting to the death. But they were also of the same blood, and blood was thicker than water. The relationship between life and death is a bloody battlefield in the changing winds and clouds, with no regard for one's own safety; it is a standing up under the turbulent clouds and rain; but it is also three cups and two light wines, you are buried under the spring, and my head is covered with frost and snow. The long love between children is like falling in love before the flowers and under the moon; it is love and affection that will last until death; but it is also the case where the eyebrows are raised together until the temples are white with frost, and the branches share the grave. In this world, the wind is blowing.