#Summer Battle#
"Man Jiang Hong • Lost Time" (Lyric Lin Zhengyun)
Wen | Chinese Little Poetry Emperor (Original)
Lost time, like smoke dreams, frivolous and dark.
After the wind and rain, the birds fly on a sunny day, and the Fuqin Is high.
I often recall last autumn to early, and last year I said the previous year.
At the end of the song, the green sideburns gradually withered, and the wind and frost swept away.
At the fence, the wind rises, the moon shines, and the sky disappears.
Lingnan scenery is beautiful, autumn is not aware.
The world was full of upheavals, and there were several battles in the southeast.
The dark tide rises, the third prince picks up the gun, and slaughters the eagle magpie.
