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他败了。面对死亡,他毫无惧色,长剑一滑,倒入江中。淡淡的月光洒入军帐,突然间,他想起,曾经,她就在那儿舞剑,舞的也是这把剑。微弱的烛光映红一杯浊酒。当周围响起家乡的歌,他知道一切皆已成定局。那一颗颗漂泊已久的心,都想回家。风雨兼程,征战沙场,他们都渴望和妻儿共享天伦。她就站在帐外,抬头看那一轮明月,不禁长叹一声。这一路,风风雨雨,总算要结束了。她端上一壶酒,他问她是否害怕,她摇摇头。抽出一旁的剑,她朝他温柔一笑,在月光洒下的地方,微微旋转,翩翩起舞。
He is defeated In the face of death, he has no fear, sword slipping, into the river. Faint moonlight spilled into the military account, and suddenly, he remembered, once, she was there dance sword, dance is the sword. Faint candle red glass of a cloud of wine. When the hometown song sounded around, he knew everything was a foregone conclusion. That long wandering heart, want to go home. The trials and hardships, battlefield battlefield, they are eager to share their family with his wife and children. She stood outside the book, looked up at the moon, can not help but sigh. This way, ups and downs, finally to an end. She served a glass of wine and asked if she was scared, and she shook her head. Out of the side of the sword, she gave him a gentle smile, where the moonlight sprinkled, slightly rotating, dancing.