I like this poem very much, and
I will record it again: The heroes of the world come out of my generation, and the years will remind you when you enter the arena.
Ambition and hegemony are intoxicated in life.
Raising a sword and riding a straddle, wielding the rain of ghosts, the bones are as frightened as a mountain bird.
The world is like a tide of people like water, only a few people in the rivers and lakes return.
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