It's worth spending a lot of money to buy a treasure knife and change mink fur.
A cavity of blood is diligent and precious, even if spilled, it can become Bi Tao.
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Witch hazel Du Qiuniang
I advise you not to cherish noble Yi, and I advise you to cherish youth.
When the flowers should be folded, we should fold them quickly, and don't wait for the flowers to wither before folding one.
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Cui Lou blames Qiu Jin.
Lonely and lonely, I like to fly to draw an axe to relieve boredom.
Try to show the legacy of Chaoyun. How many nights will Fei Mo Wei spend?
Purple jade is heavy and the shadow of surprise is there. The trace of robbing the red sheep has not disappeared.
Thanks to the friendship of old friends, you can make amends.
The sound of the ring is far away, and it is difficult to recruit the soul of the moon.
Therefore, the sword beads are still intact, and the charm of the yellow shirt guest still exists.
Tell the story of Ulan, collect red beans everywhere, and spread the sad spectrum "Li Sao".
However, I am afraid of falling jade and Wei Gao.
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Qiu Jin, the song of Red Knife, see Baidu for details.
A flood of autumn water is fine, and I don't know that light is as far as a knife.
I am in Yulong's box, waiting for a thunderstorm.
It is rumored that sharp weapons will make red hair, and it is shameful to eat Cao every day. [ 1]
Blood will dissolve the joints, and decapitation will not begin.
Draw your sword out of its sheath, the sky shakes and the sun, the moon and the stars rise high.
The sea stood loud and the wind showed three inches.
Lu seal rhinoceros is like water cutting dumpling, and the shadow is ghostly.
How many generations have been killed by swords? A bloody skeleton.
Millions of heroes cry at the tip of the knife, while Gankun kills and grabs at the bottom of the wrist.
Hang it on the wall for a while and whistle every night.
Heroic spirit thirsts for blood, like thunder needs wine.
Red hair, red hair, rest your arrogance, your weapon is sincere and profitable.
Self-improvement lies in the absence of people, and it is just a knife.
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Manjianghong Qiu Jin
I live in the capital, and it's the Mid-Autumn Festival in a blink of an eye.
The chrysanthemums under the fence are in full bloom, and the autumn colors are distinct, as if they had just been scrubbed.
Embattled on all sides,
Eight years of unique flavor.
They desperately want me to be a lady, but how dismissive I am!
I am physically weak, and all men are listed;
But my heart is stronger than a man's.
This is a great event in life, because people are often hot.
Who knows me?
When a hero has no way out, it is inevitable to encounter setbacks.
The world of mortals, where to find a confidant, blue and wet!
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Seven stops in Qiu Jin.
Tong Tong reached Jiangdong, where it was attacked by fire.
It's strange that farmers come to mourn the sun, and the shore flowers are still red.
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Qiu Jin's Seven Laws
Manyun woman is not a hero, and Wan Li rides the wind alone!
Poetry and thoughts are vast, dreams and souls are exquisite.
The bronze camel has fallen into sorrow. Looking back, Khan Ma finally failed.
If you are so sad and hate your family and country, you can enjoy the spring breeze.
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The Japanese on board the Yellow Sea were asking for a sentence and saw the map of the Russo-Japanese War in Qiu Jin.
Wan Li returns to the clouds, and the East China Sea carries spring thunder alone.
Endure to see the picture change color, willing to let Jiangshan pay for the ashes.
Turbid wine does not quench the tears of worrying about the country, and we should strive for talents when saving.
Ping shi ten thousand heads of blood, also want to save Li Kun.
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So Jiangshan Qiu Jin
In Xiaozhai, Xie Nv sings autumn songs, and it rains under the eaves.
A bosom friend is hard to meet, the years are fleeting, and the sideburns are fading.
Worry and fear of being sued is the end of the road, you alone.
The world was cold, and a miserable girl was born.
Yue: "Go back", where are you going?
Looking back, the motherland snores and sleeps as usual.
Foreign invasion of the mausoleum, content corruption, no hero tube.
What a terrible day!
Look at this country, can you bear to go back to Land Rover?
Beans are cut for my motherland.
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Wang, He Xinlang
Hang the ancient city head. The autumn is crisp, the frost clears the trees and the road is Tongzhou Zhu. To ask the division of purple beard, there is only one deserted temple smoke tree. The wizard is gone, and there are no flutes and drums for a long time. Hegemony is desolate and ruined, the cliff is pale, and the sun reads and sails. Promote and abolish ancient and modern times. The fine grass in the sunset froze in the air. Try to remember, respect your son at that time, and make mistakes with your heart. Make an offer to Liu Lang and get drunk. The bottom thing is to win over Jingchu. See you then, Wu Shufeng. Causing the five senses to stretch their feet to sleep, calling the child, and taking the soil of Changling during the day. Leave this hatred, who wants to talk?