I am a truant. I carry 55 Jin.
Hip-hop rhythm, chanting, walking in the sea of books like the wind.
Don't climb the old Yueyang Tower, don't go home with Zhang Zhi, and walk slowly.
Refuse to clone stereotypes and carve my identity)
About the spring of Li Qing's fourth year.
Two or three sounds came from the sea of books.
Mr. Wang says I'm not stupid
A pestle can be ground into a needle-it's steady.
Three hundred Tang Poems
A thin scholar climbing the lattice
Jiugongge Zhongti nightlight
Explain the rhythm neatly.
Li Bai and Du Fu's Economics
How many floors are there in the Yellow Crane Tower?
The canoe carried a sleepy head.
Duke Zhou can't understand it.
Artists in Dongpo's Works
Palace merchants clearly levy feather standards.
What apes crow on both sides of the Taiwan Strait?
Ask me if my wings are stuffy
Bird-watching tower
Up a flight of stairs, there is the rhythm of kicking again.
Complain about willow trees
Is it enough to jump level 6 in the sandstorm outside the Great Wall?
Ask Yangzhou
When did the March fireworks promise to quietly follow me through the back door?
Hum a song
There is no cliff in playing truant, and extremely bookish people like to talk into the microphone.
Playing truant, nerds read four books and five classics every day.
Tang poetry and Song poetry are willful.
But I'm just myself.
Playing truant, being extremely bookish, escaping from theory.
Will you be tired?
Ask how much thick ink there is
What Tang, what poem
Shu Hai, who plays truant, is practicing calligraphy.
What tune? What tune?
Cut class plays remix in class.
Who is studying? )