年初二午後戰記 :: memoirs of the afternoon battle on Lunar New Year day 2

Mother and son, ne'er before had their eyes on the same fort to claim.

Long hair just a pretension, his inexperience is to blame.

Striking both west and north, fifty seven men he lost.

Slow she might be cos of age, her wisdom still is more than gloss.

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(乜言絕D — 絕不是詩)

母子初度合圍城

散髮男兒疏戰陣

城西墎北敗五七

英雌遲暮功猶存