Lamp under the sword
The eight lampstands shine far away but not close, and the three-foot sword is difficult to break the water.
The Ninety-Five Emperor pretended to be stupid, and he had been lying on his salary for 20 years, and he was willing to suffer.
A grass people's head is magnificent, the official worships the name of the marquis, and the cicada is poignant.
The three-foot swordsman is a light boat, the monarch is a dream, the temples and rivers and lakes, and the ancient empty name.
When they meet in danger, the three of them redeem each other, and the two peach kill the three soldiers.
Black and white chessboard, no regrets, life and death, difficult to recover.
Idea: If you don't believe in fate, you will be unlucky, and I will be me.