Beautiful Clothes

The wind blows, That year, he was reborn in the Ming Dynasty. The bright moon is like water, and white clothes are better than snow. With a sword, three thousand miles. One sword cuts off the horizon, one sword cuts off the worries. The road to rivers and lakes is full of ups and downs. Clouds surge, That year, he was the best in the world. A young man with a beautiful horse, accompanied by a beauty. Looking away, the road of infatuation. One glance at the floating life, one glance at the stunning scene. The bright moon night has been sentimental since ancient times. New book book club: 749075876 Welcome everyone