C135 Who knows when they are preoccupied(part i)

In front of the jade door, the sand was like snow, while outside the dog city, the moon was like frost. I don't know where to blow the reed pipe, one night to recruit people to see the countryside. The new steed was saddled in gold, and the moon was cold on the battlefield. The mournful wails were still in the wind, the golden blade in the box had not dried yet.

"Your Highness, Ashes