A poem with fierce words.

If you want to give new words, say you are worried about Wang Wei's "gift from my brother's boss." I only listen to the prancing horse, but I hate not having superhuman wisdom. Facing the world is just talk, and accumulating official calendars is not without appointments. There is no happiness in my nature, or my back is involved. In the distance, you can see the clear mountains in winter, and the condensed snow covers the green forest. Seeing a piece of white from the Woods in the east triggered me to lose Chen Shi's mind. I, Huiliandi, have lofty sentiments and have talked about world affairs. I want to postpone the date of holding hands with Shuiyue, but it is fleeting and how easy it is to disappear. Du Fu's "Nine Days in Cui Lantian and Shi Cun" mourns the old, is strong and broad, and is prosperous today. Ashamed of blowing a hat with short hair, smiling at others is the crown. Clear water falls far away from a thousand streams, and Yushan is high and two peaks are cold. I will know who is healthy next year, and I will take a closer look at Cornus officinalis. Liu Changqing's "A Generation of Borderlands Will Be Pregnant" is a young man's speech about Wei Que, and he is on the battlefield. Thin horses love autumn grass, which reminds people of their hometown. Twilight blew the moon, and Jony J brought frost. Since I arrived in Yunzhong County, I have won many battles today. Cen Can's "Thinking about Chang 'an's Hometown on March 9th (when Chang 'an didn't receive it)" strongly wanted to climb up, but no one sent wine. I look at my hometown Chang 'an with a heavy heart. The chrysanthemums around this battlefield are scattered. Bai Juyi's "The Night of August 15 and the Moon with Guests" is a good month, and only this night is the eastern capital. There are thousands of snows in Songshan, and two pearls in Luoshui. It is difficult to cherish the scenery in a clear sky, and it is difficult to enjoy it. Knowing that there will be an annual meeting, we will remain as strong as a mystery. Li She's The Monk's Home in Helin Temple (a temple in Zhenjiang) was in a daze all day, when she suddenly heard Chun climbing the mountain desperately. I'm going to stay for half a day because of the monk's words. Li Yu's "Giving a Royal Servant to Celebrate a Slave" is ashamed in late spring and feels lost. Thank you for your familiarity, and thank you for blowing your head with cigarettes.