That year - the flowers bloomed and faded, and strange things happened one after another;
That year - Makino grew wildly and slowly drifted away;
The past goes with the wind, the crimson soil takes root and the seedlings grow strong,
When I step here today, the plum blossoms are fragrant and the sword is sharp;
Half a candle comes with a dark fragrance, and anecdotes are also true and false.
His name is Zhang Jiuxu,
Open a small restaurant,
Just a few anecdotes,
Kill an area of Youxuan!
