From then on, the heroes cried on their coats, but before he conquered, he was dead.
Damaged array
-Song Xin Qi Ji
Drunk in the dream of watching the sword under the oil lamp, dreaming back to the old days of the military camp, a horn sounded. Eight hundred miles of moxibustion, fifty strings of external sound. Autumn soldiers on the battlefield. Horses run like Ma Delu, bows and arrows fly like thunder. Despite the king's world affairs, he won a name before he died. Poor hair has become a white-haired man!
The crane flew into the sky.
-Song Liu Yong
On the gold list, I lost hope. How to be a temporary legacy of the Ming Dynasty? If we fail, will we fight wildly? There's no need to talk about mourning. A talented scholar and poet naturally wears white clothes. Yanhua alley is a stranger, as Danqing barrier. Fortunately, there are people in the right place, I can look for them. And snuggled up to the red jade, had an affair, and life was smooth sailing. Youth is a soldier. Endure superficial fame and sing shallowly.