Chivalry, tenderness, smoke everywhere, fireworks burning the city, Jin Ge, Iron Horse, the legendary swordsman. . I come and go in a hurry, like the wind. Roaring Jianghu, Dance Academy. A sword laughs at Wulin wind, and a childhood friend talks about heroes. It was not until the wind and rain cleared that I picked chrysanthemums from Nanshan. At the top of Huashan Mountain, the north wind roared and the snow was like smoke. Here is experiencing a brutal fight between evil and justice, and a few years later it ignited the smoke of Wulin. That song is like resentment, like crying, like complaining, gentle and soft, but melancholy and sad. Everyone looked at the lake and a boat came. A woman in white is standing at the bow of the boat, but she is masked with a pink scarf, and her skirt is embroidered with ice lotus, which is very bright. The veil covers your face and makes you look more attractive.