Heroes in the world come from our generation. They have just entered the Jianghu and are urged by the years.
Talking and laughing, you can't live a drunken life.
Carrying a sword, riding a ghost rain, bones like mountains, birds flying.
The world is like a flood, just sighing for a few people in the Jianghu.
The above is the original poem. .
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