在一(yi)個亂世中(zhong),風(feng)(feng)(feng)(feng)(feng)塵(chen)(chen)(chen)(chen)散(san)(san)(san)人(ren)(ren)(ren)一(yi)個風(feng)(feng)(feng)(feng)(feng)塵(chen)(chen)(chen)(chen)散(san)(san)(san)人(ren)(ren)(ren)孤獨地行走在曠野(ye)間,風(feng)(feng)(feng)(feng)(feng)塵(chen)(chen)(chen)(chen)散(san)(san)(san)人(ren)(ren)(ren)背負(fu)著前塵(chen)(chen)(chen)(chen)往事和深深的(de)風(feng)(feng)(feng)(feng)(feng)塵(chen)(chen)(chen)(chen)散(san)(san)(san)人(ren)(ren)(ren)孤獨。他(ta)曾(ceng)是風(feng)(feng)(feng)(feng)(feng)塵(chen)(chen)(chen)(chen)散(san)(san)(san)人(ren)(ren)(ren)一(yi)位無(wu)堅不摧的(de)豪杰,但如今卻被歲月荼(tu)毒,風(feng)(feng)(feng)(feng)(feng)塵(chen)(chen)(chen)(chen)散(san)(san)(san)人(ren)(ren)(ren)心如死灰(hui)。風(feng)(feng)(feng)(feng)(feng)塵(chen)(chen)(chen)(chen)散(san)(san)(san)人(ren)(ren)(ren)直(zhi)到有一(yi)天,風(feng)(feng)(feng)(feng)(feng)塵(chen)(chen)(chen)(chen)散(san)(san)(san)人(ren)(ren)(ren)他(ta)遇見了一(yi)個溫(wen)柔善良(liang)的(de)風(feng)(feng)(feng)(feng)(feng)塵(chen)(chen)(chen)(chen)散(san)(san)(san)人(ren)(ren)(ren)女(nv)子,她的(de)風(feng)(feng)(feng)(feng)(feng)塵(chen)(chen)(chen)(chen)散(san)(san)(san)人(ren)(ren)(ren)出(chu)現如春風(feng)(feng)(feng)(feng)(feng)拂(fu)面,讓(rang)他(ta)重新(xin)燃(ran)起(qi)對生活的(de)風(feng)(feng)(feng)(feng)(feng)塵(chen)(chen)(chen)(chen)散(san)(san)(san)人(ren)(ren)(ren)希望。從此,風(feng)(feng)(feng)(feng)(feng)塵(chen)(chen)(chen)(chen)散(san)(san)(san)人(ren)(ren)(ren)風(feng)(feng)(feng)(feng)(feng)塵(chen)(chen)(chen)(chen)散(san)(san)(san)人(ren)(ren)(ren)不再孤獨,風(feng)(feng)(feng)(feng)(feng)塵(chen)(chen)(chen)(chen)散(san)(san)(san)人(ren)(ren)(ren)有了一(yi)個溫(wen)馨的(de)風(feng)(feng)(feng)(feng)(feng)塵(chen)(chen)(chen)(chen)散(san)(san)(san)人(ren)(ren)(ren)港灣。風(feng)(feng)(feng)(feng)(feng)塵(chen)(chen)(chen)(chen)散(san)(san)(san)人(ren)(ren)(ren)