(The first song)
The iron forehead and copper head are proud, and Xuanyuan dreams of flying.
How many tired riders fled, and millions of heroes crossed the river.
Five princes of Wang joined the ranks, and Liu's first emperor was going home.
For example, everything is wrong. Is God also cracking down on pornography?
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(the second song)
The surrounding mountains are hazy, and the sun makes people dizzy and dark.
Yellow sand is rolling red, and the dark barrier closes the sky.
Yun Fei is scattered outside the river, and the wind chases the desert and Gobi.
There is no sandstorm in the sky, everything happens naturally.
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(The third song)
It was dark and dusty, and his head was wrapped in yarn.
Eyes can't tell east from north, and boats and cars can't tell straight, oblique and concave.
Yanzi's nest is flirting with love, and the ink man is singing poetry and drinking tea.
The grass is proudly beautiful and the flowers are misty and wonderful.
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(the fourth song)
It was a sunny spring scene, and a sandstorm chilled me.
The traffic lights on the street, and pedestrians on the road seem to be dead.
Rolling stones and flying sand. Broken branches and floating paper trees bow their heads,
The earthy smell makes it difficult to breathe and makes me dizzy at night.
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(the fifth song)
Yellow smoke rises thousands of miles from the plateau, and thousands of trees bend over to knock on Yuhuan.
Colorful flagpoles shake their sleeves, and there is no shed to sail.
The rubble in the sky learns birds, and the silver wire in the wilderness makes orchestral music.
Who made God angry? Ordinary people can't resist the cold of spring!
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(the sixth song)
Pale yellow dust ravaged the capital, and pavilions were hazy.
The sand fans can't see their eyes, and the dust covers the willow birds.
I can't stand the foul air all over the sky, and I want to steal the land into the ghost.
When is it fresh and poor? It can take a lifetime to understand!
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(the seventh song)
It's all grayish yellow in the dark, so it's difficult to open a bunker.
A huge waterfall falls in the ear and a sharp knife is in the mouth.
The wetlands in Muse are getting less and less every day, and you are suffocating in long clothes.
In this world, rage is rewarded, and future generations pay their debts.
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