Poetry of 200 to 240 words

He is lazy to take off his hat, blue eyes and perverse. Comfort the cold around the stove, no longer write baldly, and hold the thirsty whale to suck the heart. A clean wall helps me to be in Conan, and the clouds and rain cover Xiaoxiang. Birth is contrary to bitter arrangement, and it is difficult to achieve the goal. Iron gate fighting, eager to seal the name. The sword box killed her husband's ambition, and the case touched his heart. Jinling's overwork made her impetuous, and in a blink of an eye, butterflies broke through the village. For an instant, Hua Xu buried the soil and lost water, and it was a passing thing to guess that Li would meet the emperor. We don't envy Yuanyang. When I die, I will engrave the word Yanran Stone. When I die, I will summon my soul to give "national mourning". I will spill my blood on the Dragon City to protect the boundless sky. He was angry: "If you are so muddy again, you will die in the Shang Dynasty!" "