Shui Bo can always find a trace of femininity in depression.
Wandering between Yuan and He.
As if listening to the ancient people telling heroic stories.
On the one hand, I followed the purpose of life.
That year, Tokyo flourished.
From Liangshan all the way to
Chivalry and loyalty pervaded the steps.
Thousands of miles of banquet lights are full of national conditions.
The beautiful woman responded with a smile.
Look at the shadow and look forward to it.
The prodigal son steals a small warehouse.
Although people are gone, their hearts and souls remain.
I've brought everything I need.
What should be taken has not been taken.
Two hearts, two hearts.
Song Jiang's loyalty
Yan Qing's admiration is that the intestines are in love.
Yuan always brings back too many memories.
On January night, Shui Bo has been plump for years.
The ancients always remembered Yuan Xi's "weeding out traitors for the country and upholding justice for heaven".
Today, people are still casting the "hometown of water margin" in Yuanxi.
In fact, culture is also a kind of inheritance.
"righteousness" that flows into the blood and penetrates into the bone marrow.
Won-hee remains in Shui Bo.
Eternal and unwavering.