Wujiang scenery

Last autumn, the autumn wind carved the ancient mysterious pattern for the phoenix tree. The Yi people's clothing belt gradually widened, and people gradually became paralyzed, looking out the window and looking at the horizon.

The deciduous willow, engraved this ancient text, tells the story of Farewell My Concubine. The cold drizzle, with its deep love, cleans the tears of the scenery, the blood is as clear.

Han soldiers have plundered the ground and sang on all sides. Overlord is still fighting hard on the battlefield. Yu Ji in the camp, frowning, waiting anxiously, waiting...

Finally, Chu Bawang came back, still so powerful and handsome. Yu Ji walked out of the account and watched the overlord who was dreaming of his own dreams. From the misty smoke, wearing armor, his majesty was a mighty black scorpion, running far and near. The sound of the horseshoe creaked, synchronizing with Yu Ji’s heartbeat. The rhododendrons on the mountain are bloody red, reflecting the two lines of tears of Yu Ji.

Liancheng’s bonfire reflected half of the sky, and a rush of wolf smoke went straight into the sky, like a few pillars of the sky, supporting this gray-black sky. The loyal Wuhua horse carries the overlord and Yu Ji flying in the hustle and bustle of the Wujiang River. The overlord clasps the reins in one hand and holds the reins in one hand. The wind blows her long white dress, black long hair, and walks through the smoke. in. Behind the distance, chasing troops and killing the sound.

Behind, the horseshoe sound gradually approached; in front, the Wujiang River swallowed the sky and the wolf; the Wuhuan was exhausted at this time. The overlord dismounted and took the horse to the front. Yu Ji is also determined to dismount, and she looks at her tears and is speechless.

The autumn wind blew the leaves on both sides of the Wujiang River. Yu Ji loosened Xiang Yu and looked at the white hot sun in the sky. He fixed his eyes on the face of Bawang, tears screamed, and trembled: King--"The voice did not fall, Yu Ji quickly pulled out the overlord's sword... Wujiang's water, became warm, red.

The voice of the grief of the tyrant echoed on the river with the whistling wind. "This day, I am dead, the crime of non-war is also!" The bloodstain of the sword on the sword is still there. The horse that looks back at the chase has arrived, the sword is flashing, history At this moment, the Lijiang River became the most faithful testimony of this tearful historical landscape.

The most magnificent sacrifice is the praise of the hero. The beauty behind the hero is the most embarrassing life. The beauty behind the hero is the most devastating scene in the history of the river.

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