Poetry about invention

As an ancient scholar, I regard my luck as the closest minister of the son of heaven, so I have to dwell on my tongue and think about the depression of the first step of [invention].

Very clear, clear, clear, clear, clear, clear, clear, clear, clear, clear, clear, clear, clear.

If the voice of capital is solid, including the voice of consensus, and its [invention] is divided into its own parts, how can it be both rational and always feel evil?

Mimiya [Invented] Scenery, Lang Zhao, Yu Yi.

Jiang's naivety [invention], first frost early, yellow flowers sparse, not drunk.

Am I stupid and will never [invent]?