The sound of the cannon broke the silence in the city, and flames were everywhere as far as the eye could see.
She went north alone and met him in military uniform in the sky of ice and snow.
A dark green color, mixed with the cold fragrance of the garden, bloomed that night.
Time passed by, and finally that inch of land became a battlefield.
The young general fought with his back against the water, flying bravely on the battlefield with a heroic and resolute figure, washing his uniform with blood, vowing not to withdraw his troops until the country's hatred is over.
It was still the same dark green color, with the red color of the blood imprinting a beautiful swan song in her eyes.
It turns out that after so many years, it has become a thin wound.
Thanks to [Abnormal Picture Shop] for posting the picture. Shasha is very porridge.
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