Show it to the monk
Kill all the millions of soldiers in the south of the Yangtze River, and the sword around your waist is still bloody! The old monk doesn't know a hero, just ask his name.
The golden rooster announces the dawn.
The cock crows and pouts, and the cock crows and pouts. Three calls for Fusang Day swept away the remnant star Xiao Yue.
Yongyanzi
Yanziji is a weight, so what if Changhong is a pole. The crescent moon on the horizon is a fishhook. Tell me how many mountains and rivers there are.
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In the winter of the eighteenth year of Emperor Di, officials gave a banquet in Zhengyang Palace. Daming Ying shines all over the world, and all corners of the country are in spring.
Zhu Yong
The snow pressed the branches very low, although they could not touch the mud. Once the sun rises, it is still in harmony with the sky.
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I got up before the ministers got up. I didn't sleep. Why is Jiangnan rich and still covered with a quilt?
Deng Jiangsu Jintan Mountain
Looking at the dim altar in the southwest, I crossed the mountain alone. The smoke temple is circuitous, cloudy and cloudy, and the wind is bamboo and fir. Clean, floating nine, there are three monks' houses among the guests, who will take time off, enjoy the birds and see the mountains and rivers. March at dawn, busy collecting clothes and flogging, hanging willow tips on the back of the moon; It hasn't rained at two or three, and there are still seven or eight stars hanging in the sky. Maodian chicken has opened its mouth, and the dog barking on the bamboo fence is startled; I can't wait to launch Fusang Day, and the country is in sight.
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The sky is a tent and the ground is a blanket. The sun, the moon and the stars sleep with me in the morning. I dare not stretch my feet at night for fear of stepping on mountains and rivers.
Scold the scribes
Several crows are chirping, and their mouths are full of feces. I'm not happy today, and everyone will be rotten tomorrow morning.
Horse crossing the river, clover fragrance, sex and rain xiaoxiang. Dongfeng awakens the heroic dream, not Xianyang, but Luoyang. -Zhu Yuanzhang, written by Ming Taizu who led Chen Youliang's expedition to Xiaoxiang.