The phoenix bird will no longer arrive tonight, and the phoenix bird will cry and mourn alone.

When you miss me, you drink thousands of glasses of wine in the south window.

When I miss you, I sing and dance in the mirror.

The sky is divided into the wild and the lonely sun is left, and the long river is rolling in the darkness.

If you don’t want to be in a jade pot, who will bend your waist to face the brocade clock?

The color of the song is lost in the sun, and the hero dies as if the mountain falls into a slump.

The great ambition draws the sword and leans against the sky, and everyone goes to the steps to repay the master's feelings.

What’s the point of keeping one’s achievements alone? Everything in the world is free from the wind and rain.

I speak freely of my heart and resentment, but I don’t know how old the heroes are.

If you are willing to learn to sway the shadow and sing the wall, a promise of gold must not be light.

Everyone in the world loves it like a floating cloud, blowing the hat for the wind of life and death for the king.

I am not separated from you, and I have more thoughts in the two places.

The mountains are gone and flowing water, and the friendship between ancient people is the same.
Chapter completed!