At the end of the troubled times, wars broke out one after another, the descendants of the Long family were killed in battle, and seven out of ten soldiers who led the army were killed. The long-established Longcheng Iron Army opened the city to meet the enemy and surrendered.
The city was full of fishy smell and chaos broke out. Burning, killing, looting, rape, humiliation and oppression were unsightly.
After ten days of enemy occupation, Long Lin, a concubine of the Long family, sent his troops out of the city overnight.
Three days later, the heads of eight hundred members of the Long family were hung on the top of Feiyun Acropolis, piled high like fruits in autumn.
The cool breeze rises at the end of the day, and the clouds rise from my hometown. In midsummer, the city is full of white peony roots, and at the winter solstice, the ground is covered with snow. The ancient black city walls wrap up eighteen years of love and hatred.
Who said that the moon is the hometown of Ming?
Behind the small green brick temple a hundred miles outside the city is my mother's tomb. It is lonely and mourned for several years. The place where the bones of my loved ones are buried has become the place of other people.
Don't lean on the railing when you are alone. Thousands of miles away, it is easy to say goodbye but difficult to see each other.
There was a war in Kyushu, and there was no year name. Feiyun Longcheng fell.
Who sings sad songs and leaves his hometown in the desolate moonlight.
Who holds the cold sword, narrows his eyes and swears never to look back.
After that year, the Long family became history. After that year, the history of Longlin was solidified.