(Rap: I'm a truant, extremely bookish, carrying a 55-pound step, chanting incantations in the hip-hop rhythm, and the sea of books goes like the wind. The Old Yueyang Tower doesn't go home slowly with the knowledge chapter, and refuses to clone stereotypes and carve its identity. ) About four years ago in the spring, there were two or three voices in Li Qing's book. Mr. Wang said that I was not stupid, and the iron pestle was ground into a needle, explaining the rhythm of the night light in the nine squares of 300 thin people climbing the grid. The canoe was carrying the sleepy Duke of Zhou. He couldn't understand Dongpo's description of an artist, a court businessman and an ape crying and asking me if my wings were stuffy. Climbing up a flight of stairs, the stork tower heard kicking and complaining about the rhythm of the six-level sandstorm dancing outside the Great Wall. I asked when the fireworks in Yangzhou in March promised to quietly follow me through the back door and hum a song about learning the sea without cliffs. Nervous, he likes to play truant and read four books and five classics into the microphone every day. Tang poetry and Song poetry are willful. It's just that I played truant myself. Will it be tiring to avoid papers? Ask me how many poems I have, what poem I play truant, what language I play, what tune I play truant, what Tang I play, what tune I play truant, and what tune I play (who is learning? ) I am a bookworm who plays truant. I recite a mantra in the rhythm of hip-hop. The sea of books walks like the wind, and the old Yueyang Tower does not go home slowly with Zhang, refusing to clone stereotypes and carve identity. ) I am a truant bookworm, reciting a mantra with the rhythm of hip-hop. The sea of books is like the wind, and the old Yueyang Tower does not go home slowly with the knowledge. It refuses to clone stereotypes and implant my identity. ) About four years ago in the spring, there were two or three voices in Li Qing's book. Mr. Wang says I'm not stupid. Iron pestle grinds into needles, and 300 thin people climb grids. How many floors of the Yellow Crane Tower should Li Bai and Du Fu talk about in order to speak cleanly? The canoe was carrying the sleepy Duke of Zhou. He couldn't understand Dongpo's description of an artist, a court businessman and an ape crying and asking me if my wings were stuffy. Climbing up a flight of stairs, the stork tower heard kicking and complaining about the rhythm of the six-level sandstorm dancing outside the Great Wall. I asked when the fireworks in Yangzhou in March promised to quietly follow me through the back door and hum a song about learning the sea without cliffs. Nervous, he likes to play truant and read four books and five classics into the microphone every day. Tang poetry and Song poetry are willful. It's just that I played truant myself. Will it be tiring to avoid papers? Ask me how many poems I have, what poem I play truant, what language I play, what tune I play truant, what Tang I play, what tune I play truant, and what tune I play (who is learning? ) 04. playing truant, extremely bookish, and hearing the rhythm of kicking people on the next floor. Is it enough to ask Yangzhou March Fireworks to promise to sneak in the back door with me? Hum a song about learning the sea without cliffs. Extremely bookish, likes to talk into the microphone.