Entering Jinling in White Clothes with Sword in Hand

Apricot blossoms and spring rain pass through the river city, The sword in white clothes in Zhaoshui has not yet sounded. As soon as I entered Jinling, the whole house was filled with wind. Half of the remaining pictures are not yet clear. The cold strings of the piano in Wuyi Lane are old, The Qinhuai lanterns were on fire late at night. Mo Dao young man tried his hand at the beginning, Guanhe is waiting for thousands of miles.