Swallows come through the clouds and fog, and lightly fly to test the building yard.
White clothes are better than butterflies, and grass green military uniforms hide in the sky.
branch magpies whirl back and forth, stretching out their wings to point to the plum.
Legend has been famous since ancient times, and beautiful dreams emerge from the world.
The spring breeze is warm and the sound of the window is sounding, and I use the sunshine to express my heart.
is just around the corner at noon, so I hope to send the letter quietly.
The spring breeze gently stepped in, holding the oath in hand and retracted.
I wanted to keep my heart on your back, but no one woke up and left in a hurry.
The horn in front is inspiring, and the war drums are shocking.
Flying pigeons quickly sent a letter, and the field speeding car headed straight for the area.
Shaved her hair and felt relieved, throwing away her last words and swearing to death.
The carriage, horses and people are like water, running day and night to cry.
It is very difficult and dangerous to catch the enemy halfway, and the firepower reconnaissance between the cannons.
The dark steps are muddy, the heavy rains are smelly and the eyes are sour.
The night is vast like the ocean, and the winding mountains are dangerous.
listen to the sound and follow up with your feet, grab the firefly and buckle the back.
The heads of all levels cannot sleep at night, and the map circles repeatedly push them.
Dawn takes away the drizzle, and thousands of cannons fall to the sky.
The loess plants and trees instantly disappeared, and blood stained smoke and dust fragments flew.
charge is like waves and concave, and firepower is fully opened and shot in a hurry.
The hero raises his gun at the elevation angle and tries his best to kill and injure the hidden enemy.
Gunshots keep grenades, and the enemy is even better.
Charge is like a string of willows, and only branches are left behind when they are trapped in the trench.
repeatedly compete for the warriors, leveling the obstacles and lamenting.
Under the sound of enemy artillery fire, I was generous and generous.
The remaining moats are built and the soil is rebuilt, and we swear to die on the mountain to die.
The remaining clouds dissipated and scattered, and they were piled up on all sides and rolled up again.
The dragon soars heavily fog overturns the sea, and penetrates ten feet into the ground to destroy the hole.
The enemy was disappointed, and repeatedly harassed and took it hard.
The enemy knows that it is difficult to defend in the rainy season, and is used to using sneak attacks to lure attacks.
All my members resisted, and gunfire grenades and explosives were discharged.
Casualties are common, and the positions are like busy slaughtering.
Nara's hole is like hell, the fire of artillery is sank to the sun.
The position is like a broken rock, tearing open the mouth repeatedly every day.
The Mid-Autumn Festival is coming soon, and the mountain calls for help.
What kind of bird song is so ugly? How can we be humiliated by heroes?
Tit jumped on the branches, and a faint smile made the cannon load.
The bright moon rises high in the East Mountain, and I feel that the bright moon is not very bright.
It was time for me to miss the bright moon, and I was the only one in the world.
All parents, brother and sister are left behind and face life and death easily.
Going into battle is like executing the death penalty, Wuyou kills the enemy even though he is fierce.
The mountain breeze distracts the mind, and the bright moon is like a jade plum at this moment.
Comrades gently handed over the mirror, plum blossoms bloomed in front of your chest.
Even if you die in a fierce battle tomorrow, you will be in vain for life.
Nara is like a ghost, looking like a beggar.
Life will not bet on tomorrow, and only after sitting down can you realize it.
Warriors go on a journey of thousands of miles, how can they have a beautiful dream to talk about love?
Life, death, disability, and disability are still uncertain. Don’t let others worry about you.
I felt a sudden conscience today and deliberately cut off my chest and put my dreams flying.
Thinking of the fire in my heart, the piece of paper turned into heavy snow.
The spring breeze has gone and never returned, will it be mistaken for being a thief?
Gunshots are calm, only the plum blossoms make me crazy.
I used to be impulsive, but I wonder if the swallows are still in the hospital?
