The sound of hunting flags and the scorching red sunset.
The ink painting of mountains and rivers is instantly in ruins.
The smoke of gunpowder burns in Yumen, and the mourning crowd surrounds mediocrity.
The people were scattered in all directions, and their home and country were in danger.
The palace ladies use pearls and hairpins, and the Confucian scholars hold long hairpins.
A young child leaves its mother's arms and faces the rebels with red eyes.
The country is broken and the mountains and rivers are there, but the candle is extinguished and the character remains.
Under the blue sky and the bright moon, the strong wind withered thousands of bones.
How could the wolves and tigers be afraid? Let me kill Yama together.
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For one's long-cherished wish.
Conception: