Poetry or prose that requires 140 words.

The length of the Great Wall is winding, the region is as strong as iron, and the mountains are surrounded by more than 10,000 miles. The mountains are broken and winding. I will drive the horse to the sunset. Shaanxi clothing is not A Qin, and Jintang is all the way. At the bottom, it seems to be a clever way to build a Kaaba, a Qiang Qin, and a cold smoke-soaked hole.

It is connected to Zhao Wei and Youyan in the north. A thousand years is spectacular and towering into the sky. The Great Wall soars into the sky. Even if the sky falls, the water is still there. But I see the border town is yellow. People know it's Don. It is unwise to build a city. Lishan once had no land for 300 years. Urban development takes a long time. Pedestrians scratch their heads on the wall. Only one song under the Great Wall can be found in Qing Dynasty, and only one epigraph is 143, and none of the ancient characters is exactly 140.