Caught Missing

The past three years have disappeared with the smoke, and I no longer feel at ease when I die. Zhang Yi didn't know that the brocade quilt was thin, but his writing style was full of ink and the sound was loud. How much gold wants to travel to Chang'an, how can the bright moon ever reach the peak of Shangguan? Xiao is dancing in the clear wind, the hero has gone back and his photo is lost.