The water is cold and smokey, the moonlight is cold, and the lonely boat is hidden. The cool breeze rose and blew wrinkles, and the three feet covered the veil. Apricot eyes with frost, vermilion lips slightly open, a good beauty. The mountains and rivers were shattered, full of swords and light sword shadows.
At the beginning of his acquaintance with the King of Pu, the battlefield was autumn and the tiger flag was displayed. Murderous, waving his hand, the golden slave fell into the wilderness and left. The golden mountain drum sounded, calling eight thousand erlang, and the Si people went away. Sleepy eyes are hazy, and he is already a mirror white hair.
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