When the Gobi smoke started, he fought bravely on the battlefield, holding a halberd to the sky and wearing bloody clothes.
"There is a dream on a moonlit night, and the spring breeze is ten miles gentle."
One side of the heart is beautiful, and the other side is quiet, but only for Yi Dan Yuji. Moonlight night, snuggling arms, spring breeze blowing, affectionate.
"Although my body doesn't have bright phoenix wings, I can feel the harmonious heartbeat of the sacred unicorn."
For a woman, sitting in a boudoir, one door closes and the second door closes, which is related to your will and feelings.
"Once the sea was difficult for water, it was always amber."
Going out with you, you are in the world, tender feelings are accompanied by armor, a comfort, a clear spring, and a pool of indifference.
"I just hope that your heart is the same as mine and you won't miss it."
Chu-Han dispute, shuddering, embattled, distracted, have fled. Jill first, women and children, don't leave each other.
"The dream of the sea is very long, and I am worried about you."
The tide is gone, the defeat is like a mountain, angina pectoris. You are worried, and you are disappointed.
"It seems that this star was not exposed for whom last night."
The night is quiet and the stars are beautiful, but not yesterday. Today, the night is not clear, and neither is Guang Chen, but they go hand in hand.
"Falling flowers are independent, and the swift flies."
Drinking in the account, lamenting, lamenting, lamenting.
"Pull mountain xi qi was furious.
Bad times never die.
What can I do without dying?
I'm afraid I'm afraid I can't do anything! "
Dance sadly and sing with tears in your eyes.
"Han soldiers have a meal,
The sound of Chu songs came from all directions.
Your majesty's spirit is exhausted,
What a bitch! "
Sad song of death, sad song of love.
"If there is no fate in my last life, I will reunite and wish for the next life."
Jill sang and drew her sword to commit suicide.
"When there is poverty in the corner of the world, there is only endless acacia."
You think, you think, you remember, your bones are sad, and you are distressed.
"I know that I have been in love for a long time, and I was shocked by the sound of the river at Wangjiangtou."
Looking at the Yangtze River from afar, thinking about the past and the future, never giving up and never forgetting.
"Ask the world, what is love and teach life and death?"
Wujiang, Jun, committed suicide.