Throughout the ages, heroes are nowhere to be found, and Sun Zhongmou is there.
Pavilions and pavilions, singing and dancing, the wind always blows away.
Grass trees in the sunset, ordinary alleys, humanitarian slaves who once lived.
Back in those days, Jin Ge Tiema devoured Wan Li.
Yuan Jia Cao Cao blocked the wolf, lived in Xu Xu, and won a hasty retreat.
Forty-three years, I still remember that in the hope, * bonfire Yangzhou Road.
Looking back, there is a crow club drum under the beaver temple!
Who can ask,&; Lian Po is too old to eat.
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