Looking for Ling

The waves are huge, you climb up and look at it, you see the tiger armor with swallow feathers, the three-foot green front, the clanking iron cavalry, the waves are calm. The conduct and manners are not as strict as the king's, and the eagle looks at him, and the wolf looks at him. Thousands of troops and horses march across the sky. The sky and the earth were shaken, the valleys roared together, the sky was broken, and the smoke was everywhere. The long river is stained with blood, the sun sets, the sound is exhausted, the wind howls, leaving only the beautiful city to smile and pass by. Unparalleled beauty, looking around, the posture of Pingting, the appearance of falling geese. One song moves the world, one dance captivates the city. No matter how enchanting it is, no one can feel lonely and tired of it. Speechless but tearful, looking at each other with tearful eyes. Who knows what love is and how this hatred can affect Fengyue? Falling flowers, chess pieces. The setting sun, the blood. It's all a dream. Why should we go through reincarnation in this life and taste all kinds of flavors? Picking up flowers and smiling, throw the chess wherever you want. Youth is ashes, who misses it, who misses it?