Zhengzheng

Qinyuan Chun Yingqing The sky is clear and the sea is clear, the wind spreads the shadows of the trees, and the decaying grass blocks the growth. Looking at the wild road in the wilderness, gunmen are everywhere, the god of war is lying on the bank, and the river is surging. When I first arrived at Bronze, I climbed up the stairs and opened the mirror, trying to snipe the enemy silently. Wait for tomorrow, the Golden Crow will rise in the east, arrogant among the heroes.