How does it feel to be beheaded today? There are many difficulties in starting a business
I will go to Quantai to recruit Kibaki and behead Yamaraja with100000 as the standard.
It has been ten years since the smoke started in the south of China, and this head must be hung abroad.
After death, you work hard and good news flies like paper money.
Joining the revolution is a common occurrence, and there are times of bloodshed.
Today, the world is full of free flowers.
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.
Haiyan Gorky
On the vast sea, the wind is rolling dark clouds. Between the dark clouds and the sea, Haiyan flies proudly like black lightning.
One moment its wings beat the waves, and the other moment it went straight into the dark clouds like an arrow. It cried, and in the brave cry of the birds, the dark clouds heard the joy.
In this cry-full of longing for the storm! In this cry, the dark clouds heard the power of anger, the flame of enthusiasm and the confidence of victory.
Seagulls groaned before the storm came-groaned, and they flew around the sea, trying to hide their fear of the storm in the depths of the sea.
The sea duck also groaned. They, sea ducks, can't enjoy the joy of fighting in life: thunderous thunder scares them.
Stupid penguins timidly hide their fat bodies under the cliff ... only arrogant petrels fly bravely and freely on the foam sea!
Dark clouds are getting darker and lower, pressing against the sea, while the waves are singing and rushing to the sky to meet the thunder.
Thunder roared. Waves cry in angry water droplets and contend with the wind. You see, the strong wind set off layers of huge waves tightly, hurled them violently onto the cliff, and smashed these large jadeites into dust and foam.
Haiyan cried and flew, like black lightning, like an arrow through the dark clouds, and its wings carried water droplets from the waves.
Look, it flies like an elf-a proud black storm elf-laughing, it's howling ... it's laughing at those dark clouds, it's howling happily!
This sensitive spirit-it has long recognized sleepiness from the thunder, and is convinced that dark clouds can't cover the sun-yes, they can't!
The wind roared past ... thunder roared ...
Piles of dark clouds, like blue flames, burn in the bottomless sea. The sea catches lightning arrows and extinguishes them in its own abyss. These lightning shadows, like salamanders, meander in the sea and disappear in an instant.
-Storm! A storm is coming!
This is the brave Haiyan, flying proudly in the roaring sea and in the middle of lightning; This is the prophet of victory shouting:
── Let the storm come more violently!