The dance of the ten-mile long embankment has not stopped, and the stream of light enters the Qinhuai River.
On the cold moonlit mist of sparse trees, there was once the shadow of Jinghong.
Special note: This is not the author's original work, but is inspired by those wonderful women in history, and is specially collected here to commemorate them!
Intention:
孩纸~好好加油！嗯，好好加油！