Man Jiang Hong
Li Shutong wrote in 19 10:
Kyaukpyu Kunlun, the top of the mountain, the moon, someone whistling. Looking at the bottom of the capsule, nodding like snow, how much enmity. The courage of a mouse is split with two hands, and the brain of civil rights is made of gold. Calculate this life, be a man, have a good start.
Jing Ke's Tomb, Xianyang Road. Nie Zheng is dead, and his body is violent. The great river does not return, and Seo Jeong is around. The soul turned into a bird, and the blood splashed into red grass. From then on, the mountains and rivers are made by heroes.
Cao Cao's short song
Calling for Song one after another, how many days do we have? For example, morning dew is much more difficult to go to Japan. Be generous, and your troubles will be unforgettable. How to solve your worries? Only Du Kang.
Qingqing is your collar, YY is my miss. But for your sake, I've thought it over. A herd of deer, yo, ate mugwort in Ye Yuan. I have a group of good guests, playing the piano and playing the piano.
As clear as the bright moon, when can I forget it? The troubles come from this and cannot be cut off. The weirder, the more useless. Talk about it, and remember the past.
There are few stars on the moon, and blackbirds fly south. Turn around the tree three times, what branches can you rely on? The mountain is never too high, and the sea is never too deep. The duke of Zhou vomited, and the world returned to the heart.
Li Bai, in memory of Qin E
Yu Xiao's voice was sad and sad. When she woke up from her dream, a string of bright moons were hanging upstairs in Qin. Qin Louyue. Willow color every year, Baling injury.
Looking at the Cold and Autumn Festival, the ancient road leading to Xianyang has been cut off. Sound and dust are absolutely dead. The west wind still shines, but the Han tomb is gone.