Take the victory of old Bifeng.
Born here,
Look down a hundred feet.
Mother has unknown kindness,
Brother wants a horse to ride.
It's hard to stay in the festival,
The sun entered the corner of the city.
The wind is getting stronger and stronger,
There is no sunset in the light of joy.
Zhu Ling has wine. If it's empty,
It's completely different from carefree.
Every other day is jealousy and pity,
The next laugh fetters the mud.
Mother is ugly in the country,
Pro-tiger Fuan universe.
There is even powder at the greasy end of the ring,
There is no one in the Japanese Academy.
People feel that autumn tears are like rain,
Happy sunset, crying in the east.