I smile from the horizontal Dao to the sky, to keep the liver and gall!

this poem is the best interpretation of the broken leg brother. In the last description, he fell down, but he had no regrets. His face was full of blood, and he also had a laugh. It was funny, beautiful, beautiful. It was more beautiful than the blood weeping azalea and the blood bathing Phoenix. For this reason, he was like the flower of life shining like a meteor.

a cavity of blood! A war song! Heroic life! die without any regret!

the song of life is made with blood, life and soul

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