The poems are all those with nine lines, I will remove one word for you privately,
Yaohua Zhenyayin,
The precious land practices gold.
Whoever loves gifts is a sheep,
If you don’t dislike it.
A branch is not worth much.
Life and death follow the flow of water.
Once recruited,
The world is turned upside down.
Yao Cao Xie is full of heart,
The study of translation of precious books has just begun.
My love for the mountains is unwavering,
You fall flat on the sand and soar to the forest.
A little bit is worth ten thousand gold,
Xu Xujun will hang in the woods when he is born.
As soon as Li Cai was trapped in the wall,
The world was so crowded that he could not open his eyes.