Nostalgia Through The Fortress Comments

Wild geese garrisoning the frontiers, ten thousands rays of the setting sun bathed the autumn's figures
Nostalgia through the fortress, three cups of chrysanthemum wine rewarded the hearts of the officers and men
Indifferent to fame and wealth, take a plum tree for one's wife and cranes for children, person returns to nature
The distant world, the morning bell and evening drum, rediscover one's true self
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