月色下，有一位身着红色战袍的削瘦男人。                               他手握长剑，锋刃映着火光，划出戚美却又震人心魄的弧线。                                                                                               男人的身上满是白雪，我看不清他的脸，只看得见那如灿烂晨曦般的剑光。                                                                                           刹那风烟起，举杯念故国。归途三千里，踏雪吟楚歌。再饮乌江水，更许群雄破。夜探灵隐境，风咏军神诺。