He is more talented than Zijian and looks like Pan An.
The wind rustles and the water becomes cold, and the strong man once gone will never return.
The yellow sand will wear golden armor in a hundred battles, and Loulan will never be returned until it is broken.
Huimou is full of beauty when he smiles, and the pink and white in the Sixth Palace are colorless.
Branded hats and mink fur coats, thousands of horses riding around Ping Gang.
A gentleman is lustful but not lewd, romantic but not obscene.
I chatted like a teenager, holding the yellow on the left and the green on the right.
Strengthening the mountains and rivers, overwhelming the world.
I would rather be a centurion than a scholar.