Stuck on the Great Wall and make an empty promise, the sideburns in the mirror have long faded.
Even after autumn, when it is ground into dirt and turned into dust, plum blossoms still emit fragrance as usual.
The adherents wept in the dust and looked south to Julian Waghann for another year.
Worrying about the country and loneliness makes me cry, and Pinghu is a strong man's heart.
I lay sprawled in my lonely country, not feeling sad about my situation, but thinking about defending the frontier of the country. The night will be over, I lie in bed listening to the sound of wind and rain, in a daze in my dream, riding an armored horse across the frozen river to the northern battlefield.
Although the three Chu clans can destroy the Qin Dynasty, are there any China?