Original song: S.H.E Lyrics: The sky is blue in the rain, the mind is beautiful, the beauty is broken by thousands of miles, the mountains and rivers are beautiful, between your eyebrows, maybe the safest place in this life, half an acre of land in Wollongong, I said I was going back, why did you go? I won't wait for the early plum blossoms. I step on the white snow in front of the slanted window. I glance at it for three times. The sound of hoofbeats is frequent and my heart is full of green blood. When I reward my confidant, Longzhong, I will show mercy to the world. My husband will be born in this world to prosper the country and continue the unparalleled storms. The grand discussion will be arrogant and frightening. Three Wu rivers and rivers will be burned in the southeast. Thousands of sails will be burned. In the temple, the tongue is shining, the lotus is alive, and the people are dying. When is the time to drink and pay homage to the old friend? When the wind comes to the shore, three thousand blue hairs are allowed to be beaten by the river waves. The wind is like clouds and smoke passing by. A brief history book adds a few twists. Hold the mountains and rivers. The old hero changes to Jingzhou and enters the river (gou). The road to Shu winds to Mianyiling. The bank camp burned down the Baidi City. The moonlight was cold for half a lifetime. The king and his ministers were divided in the middle way. It was difficult to express. I knew the young master was a coward. The court changed his morals. He often held the sword and returned to the balance of the south. At the beginning, he whipped his horse and whipped him. Seven captures and seven verticals were taken care of. He left the army easily. One expression shows who is worthy of the thousand years. The street pavilion in the middle is defeated. The soldiers are stained with blood. The new friends are beheaded and tears are shed in front of the army. They are recuperating and recuperating. The soldiers are strong and the horses are sent again to march to Qishan. The troops are not yet victorious. The soul and dreams are shaken. The land is shaken by the sad wind passing through the five-foot wasteland. This life has not yet been completed, but I still regret that there is no one to take care of it after my death. The book of precepts is kept in peace and tranquility will last forever. The moral inscription is on the plaque in the temple. Who said mercy and strictness are all wrong. Since ancient times, we have known that war is not warlike. The rise and fall of life and death. This man alone has two shoulders. It is no longer difficult for heroes to hold their hands high. It is difficult for me to walk high. Since the reputation of integrity and loyalty has not gone unnoticed in the world, looking back, but the smile has passed and the merits have passed.