Qingchuan Period

When I was young, the fishing fire was dark, and the lonely village was left in ruins overnight. The body is a rock, the will is the bones, and the young man is buried in a sea of ​​blood. My classmates laughed at my shallow foundation, but how could I feel such hatred in my heart! The wind of fist breaks the arrogance, and the road is uneven every step of the way. Don't forget that a young man has nothing to rely on and gambles with his life on the sky. During this journey, it was windy and rainy, and I walked alone in a green shirt. Along the way, enemies sharpen their knives and old friends are few. I have a good heart, and even though I died nine times, I still have no regrets.