Flowers Fall

Now that we've talked about the killing scene, let's talk about the sound of the night rain that hasn't stopped for hundreds of years on Zhongshan Mountain. Let's talk about the unparalleled hero who conquered the mountains and rivers in front of the Imperial City of Chu Let's talk about the thousand-year promise of the two blood-yellow swords Let's talk about the knight from home and country who roared and turned the green mountains into swords. Let's talk about the melancholy sound of the piano that lingers in my dreams for a long time. Let's talk about the young man's oath of waiting eighty years for one word Let's talk about the border town where the peach blossoms are scattered and there is no aftertaste. Let's talk about the fisherman's song on the river looking back at the green mountains Let's talk about the half-gourd wine of Xiaoyaojianghu Let's talk about the joy of traveling all over the world for 80,000 miles. Walking in white clothes on the green mountains and dangerous peaks, singing a long song to the end of the world. The breeze blows away from my sleeves, and I lie down on my sword and laugh drunkenly at the things behind me. One stroke describes half of the prosperous era, and who will be the true immortal in thousands of years. The autumn wind thousands of miles away is sad and white-haired, and I fall into a dream while pillowing on the mountains and rivers.