A hundred miles of fire is burning under his command, and fifty strings are sounding outside the Great Wall. Autumn brings troops to the battlefield.

The hairpin is exchanged for the ju, and the robe is easily untied. Boarding the boat and crossing the water, the flute is playing quietly and the harp is strong.

In exchange for papaya, I will give Qiongyao in return. It is always good to be rewarded by a bandit.

Discussing heroes while boiling green plums and drinking wine.

Military medal, half of me and half of you~~Lyrics of the Fifteenth Moon