Evening Drums and Morning Songs

Yu Linling A lamp is as bright as a bean, and outside the check camp, the sky is filled with broken stars. Holding the scroll, he was filled with thoughts. Unexpectedly, it was already midnight. There were shadows of people outside the curtain, and the sound of killing was loud. The arrow in the middle of the stream, thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, where does the heavy dusk fall? Victory or defeat has been unknown since ancient times, so how can it be deserved to be calculated like this? From now on, dark clouds will surely open. Even if he died of exhaustion, what regrets would there be? Don't laugh at me, I write so bitterly. If you are interested, you can read my other article http://www. Jjwxc. Net/onebook. Php? Novelid=330903