When I was drunk, I read the sword by burning the lamp, and I dreamed of blowing the trumpet company. Eight hundred miles away, the people under his command are burning, and the sound of fifty strings turning over the Great Wall. Autumn troops on the battlefield! You must have a long sword to rely on the sky for thousands of miles, and often make water dragon chants while leaning on the railing. The flavor of Jiaxuan, please tell me in detail.
