Poetry describing momentum

Split the road of life and death with both hands and cut off the root of right and wrong with one knife.

The stars are down from the empty place and the moon is running along the river.

Whip generously to the central plains, not for hatred, not for good.

I'm haunted. I cry and laugh.

One day, the power is in hand, killing all the people in the world who failed me.

Don't you see, Levin drinkers are drafting, and they have already paid tribute to Shandong Long Zhun Gong.

But making the Dragon City fly is not called Humadu Yinshan.

I just feel that the sky is falling, and I want to save Yuanyuan with my bare hands.

Ten years of sorrow, the mountain is like a sick ape.

When the wind is surging, shoot into the sky!

Leaves fall like a waterfall, while I watch the long river roll forward.

Since ancient times, no one has died in life, leaving a glowing heart.

I am a madman in Chu and sang a crazy song to argue Confucius.

Gold is like dirt, and courage is like iron.

She came out of the Purple Palace and walked into the desert. Now she is a green grave in the yellow dusk.

My life is full of crazy songs. Who is the boss?

, 800 miles under the main pipe, 50 strings across the Great Wall.

Ten steps to kill one person, a thousand miles to stay.

, 800 Li points the main body, 50 strings turn.

Living alone in a dangerous building, I don't believe there are other troubles in the world.

Go out laughing, we are Artemisia people.

I don't hate the ancients for not seeing me, and I hate the ancients for not seeing my crazy ears.

, drunk lying beauty paint, wake up right to kill.

Beginners don't worship eloquence, but two women give up washing and follow suit.

Clothes and dust, clouds, rivers and lakes do not know the year.

Fighting alone for thousands of miles, one sword blocked a million divisions.

You know, weapons are killing weapons, and saints have to use them.

Only great heroes can become real celebrities.

There are so many beautiful mountains and rivers that countless heroes bend down and go their separate ways, counting romantic figures and looking at the eyes.

I am deeply grateful to the people of China despite difficulties and obstacles.

, a seven scholar, father and son explore flowers.

, brave and fearless. Happy Wan Huhou.

I am a madman in Chu, singing and laughing at Kong Qiu.

Bow like a full moon, look northwest and shoot Sirius.

In this life, I have to stop asking questions and rely on dangerous buildings.

Wanqing Valley is close to Jingmen, and there is still a village that grew up in Lin Biao.

, generous yan city, calmly do chu prisoners, lead the knife into the fast, not young!

God obeys me, God loves me, and God disobeys me, calling it death!

Things are like chess, and Gankun is unpredictable.

Others laugh at me for being crazy, and I laugh at others for not being able to see through it.

Are we things in the pool? When we meet a storm, we will turn into dragons.

Hometown articles count as my brother, and I change articles for my brother.

Flying around, flying around, what am I like, just a sandpiper in the vast world! .

The wind and cloud in the world came out of our generation, entered the rivers and lakes, and the years disappeared.

Wind and rain, Xiao Shuihan, the strong man is gone forever!

The wind blows in Shui Han, and the strong men are gone forever.

I think of heaven and earth, there is no limit, there is no end, I am alone, and my tears fall down.