A Generation of Generals

Since ancient times, there has been a dilemma between loyalty and filial piety, not to mention love! The drizzle is gurgling regardless of the wind, where is the sound of singing. I raise my glass to the bright moon, where can I sing songs! You are the Vega in the sky, and I am the Cowherd below. The three sounds of the valley swayed in the valley, and from then on, there was a little Buddhist monk.