"Man Jiang Hong" Humen Fort fog sea gray, distant view, Feihong light complaint. Tired of the shadow, it is the reverse brigade, the shore of the fort. I am worried about duckweed, spring wind and autumn moon, the end of the world. Ordinary life, like a dream

"Man Jiang Hong" Humen Fort

The sea of fog is gray, the distant view is faint, and Feihong whispers.

Tired of the shadow, it is the reverse brigade, the shore of the fort.

I am worried about duckweed, spring wind and autumn moon, the end of the world.

Ordinary life aspirations, such as dreams into emptiness, youth mistakes.

Ask the years, think of the past.

The waves roared, and the mood stopped.

Nai Nianhua chased after the water, how dare he live up to it.

Admire Lin Gongsheng roared angrily, killing the foreign ghost and burning the smoke soil.

Ancient forts, endless rivers, flowing characters.