My birthday is in Kang, and the bullfighting lodge is not glorious.
There are only two stars at the beginning and the end, and the horns stand on the chariot to fight for the bid.
I have had a wonderful life, and I have lost my youth in Qingyun. When the machine is kept secret, the Taoist eyes will be illuminated.
In the middle of the mystery, the monarch's flat fetus is brilliantly captured, and the holy place goes deep into chaos.
The laity raises stars like hemp, and the spy spies steal.
Listening to your talk is like Qin Qing, and the words are in harmony with the tone.
How can you be alone without reward, and the storm of ping stems is allowed to float?
It's a bitter fate.