In the past forty years, our country and our country have spread over three thousand miles of mountains and rivers. The phoenix pavilion and the dragon tower reach the sky, and the jade trees and their branches are used as tobacco. How many times have we known war?
Once you become a captive, you will sink your waist and wear your temples to spend time. On the most busy ancestral day, farewell songs are still played in the church hall. Weeping to Gong E.
"The Sound of the Bright Moon" came about on a whim when I was in school. I thought of such a story and I have always liked it.
Intention: Family feud and country hatred, love is short but love lasts, thirty years in Hedong, thirty years in Hexi.