A heroic poem

The wind blows the clouds, the weaver girl returns to the sea, and the warrior is everywhere?

A man who is alive is a man; Die and become the soul in the soul.

Until September 8 after autumn, I will kill all the flowers after they bloom.

Blooming chrysanthemums are in full bloom, Chang 'an is fragrant, the city is bathed in the fragrance of chrysanthemums-Italy, and the land is like golden chrysanthemums.

If I were Di Qing next year, I would report to Taohua.

When she was young, Ling dared to laugh at Huang Chao's husband.

What if Changhong is a pole?

The crescent moon on the horizon is a hook, which tells me how many mountains and rivers there are.

Don't be afraid of being smashed to pieces, leaving innocence in the world.

Too many, too numerous to mention.