Three years later and three years later and now I am relatively speechless

Thinking deeply, looking back and seeing all the thousands of sails

Between the sea and the sky, there is no longer Jiangnan

When we meet again, the storm comes, old things are brought up again and we feel suspicious

The past is full of dust

The Seven Heavenly Gods have dispersed and where are they now?

Brother Jiangnan is poor in reasoning and self-respecting

Now the dominance has become empty

Zeng Tulong Xuehong

Where is the breaking wave wind?

How can a hero draw a bow?

When I was young, I was doing business

Already lost in the gaps of time

When will the center of gravity start?

Can't help but strive for one's own ambition

where to find memories

Nothing but joy and sorrow

I regret inviting you back then

Qingyun makes friends as soon as we see her, like a star in the sky of Han Dynasty

With Kyushu in my heart, I work hard to write with my own natural sounds, but I don’t play the flute

Watery Yanghua Jiangnan Diao Fengyue is followed by loneliness

I especially remember that when we were saying goodbye to each other in the imperial capital, we expressed our sincerity to each other about our youth.

Yu Lie's Twelve Swords of Nanhuai

Black Feather once ascended to the sky

Iron armor is still haunted by dreams

Crane's snowy eyes hit the sky with pride

Where do old feuds arise?

Hiding ancient scrolls and getting angry

Forbearance to look back at the beginning

Can't stay in the passing years

The cold and heat are over

Six years later, love ended as strangers

Stubborn and never give up in life

Entrusted in difficult situations

Unwilling to complain in the dust

Lonely Flute and Drum Record

Will bear the burden in the end

when to fight

The sound of the drama still lingers in my ears. The young boy traveling north often falls asleep.

The flowers on the street are blooming and they are scheduled to return home with a smile. It has been three updates.

Kunpeng, with ambitions of thousands of miles,

Go to the capital city alone to make the water prosperous

Full of ambition, Xu Fugui left Maicheng without saying anything.

Where is the elegy under the setting sun? Who is lonely beside the broken lamp?

Iron armor hums, no one sings and the wind blows lightly across the streets

He laughs about military affairs and claims to be a worldly man.

When the prosperous age comes to an end, the desolate color of the hero cannot be recorded

Finally saw through it coldly

How can we distinguish between Jing and Wei? It’s hard to see right and wrong in disputes.

In the old days, there was nowhere to be found in the south of the Yangtze River, so what if we were high or low?

There will be no intersection in life from now on

The past has passed, who is left to tell the story?

In the past, how could Kyushu be in the mountains and rivers now?

Where is the elegy under the setting sun? Who is lonely beside the broken lamp?

Iron armor hums, no one sings and the wind blows lightly across the streets

He laughs about military affairs and claims to be a worldly man.

When the prosperous age comes to an end, the desolate color of the hero cannot be recorded

This poem was sung by Xiaohong in a low voice, and it talks about what happened in Kyushu back then. I suddenly heard it today and felt a lot in my heart. Maybe not many people now remember Kyushu and the Seven Heavenly Gods back then. Although senior Liu Wenyang has passed away,
Chapter completed!