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The desert sand is like snow, and the Yanshan moon is like a hook.
Don't be a golden brain, go and step on the clear autumn. "Mulan Ci Antique Jueci" If Nalan Xingde's life is just like the first time, why draw a fan in the autumn wind? It is easy to change, and it is also easy to change. Lishan language is clear at midnight, and the rain bell doesn't complain at night. More importantly, if you are lucky, you will be more willing than before. There is also a poem written by modern people. Men are enemies of the sacred land, how heroic they are, and they are not afraid of one enemy. I'm not afraid, Qiu Bixue. Look at my China blood. Men's blood is heroic, heroic, and their hearts are iron. Holding a golden knife and wearing a white jade jue, he was hungry for the beauty on his head and the blood of Luo Cha. Be immersed in love with children, can't give up, Han Haizhi, only today. Men walk a thousand Li sword, and a thousand Li chop Hu Jie all the way. War songs are flying in the Aegean Sea, singing songs to congratulate my Chinese nation. Tokyo steel knife dance, the knife is stained with the blood of Japanese slaves. Set up Ban Chao's ambition, keep Suwu Festival, sing Wu Mu Ci, and bid farewell to Xiao Shui. The leaves rustle, the strong man's blood is boiling hot, and the cold wind is like a knife, cutting a sad song. He galloped the Tianshan Mountains and swept the pages of the library with a long bow. The iron boat went straight down to Sydney Bay, and a gunshot broke the night in the North Sea. The westward journey has been lost, and the big man is like a sky. Heroes of ping shi vowed to paint the world as China. At that time, * * * will drink Luoyang wine, and the bright moon will be drunk. When a man is a man, he is violent. Things and benevolence, two don't stand. When a man kills, he will kill without mercy. Immortal career, all killing people. Once upon a time, there were heroes who were loyal and loyal. You kill people and your body is as light as a feather. There are also heroic tyrants who kill people like hemp and gallop around the world, only boasting invulnerability. Looking for this kind today is in vain. Have you noticed, Confucianism rose up, a strong man broke his wrist, and China praised benevolence and righteousness from now on. Once barbarians invaded the Central Plains, the literati ran to the cowardly people and wept bitterly. I want to learn ancient customs and revive my heroism. Fame is like dirt, and those who despise righteousness laugh at it. Wearing an iron sword, killing in a rage. Stock trading and drinking, laughing and cursing ghosts and gods. It takes ten weeks to kill an enemy thousands of miles away. Turn Zhu Tian naked, married. Out of the west gate, I looked back at dusk. God was tired and sleepy, and the horn of war suddenly sounded. Simon, don't leave your mother, but your mother is not sad. I have a history, and that person will never come back. The killing between heaven and earth shocked the Yin court. Three steps to kill one person, cardiac arrest. Thousands of waves of blood, thousands of mountains of corpses. A strong man goes out to war, tired of sleeping on enemy corpses. I still kill people in my dreams, and my smile reflects Su Hui. Daughter, don't ask, why is the man fierce? In ancient times, benevolence only harmed people, and morality was never true. Don't you see, liger's prey is very famous. Who has pity on this poor elk? The world has never been divided into strong and weak, even if it is reasonable, it is futile. Don't ask, men have their own ways. When a man is a man, he is violent. Things and benevolence, two don't stand. Men are killing each other, as bold as bears and as bold as wolves. If you were born a man, you would kill him. Don't teach men to wrap women's hearts with their bodies. A man never reveals his shirt, but he laughs at his dead opponent. There are a hundred battlefields in the enemy's field, and I want weeds everywhere. Men don't shake, there is a song for you: killing one is a crime, killing ten thousand is a hero. Tu 9 million, that is, Xiong Zhongxiong. Xiongzhong Xiong Xiong, the Tao is different: He who sees through the name of benevolence and righteousness for thousands of years makes this life heroic. A good name doesn't like a bad name, and killing millions goes unpunished. Teach 10 thousand people to hate each other, it is better to curse my name without teaching. Looking at the world for five thousand years, where can a hero not kill people? Our generation is a bloody hero, but can we lose to the ancients today? A hundred years later? How generous! My son should build it for me, and I will sing for him. Wave to the seagulls by the sea and look at the cloud dream in my chest. How about mustard? The more careless Chu is, the more troubled he is. Life is a matter of justice, and it is a whirling. Several people smiled at each other outside the dust and got drunk. Watching the clouds pass by, I am afraid that the years will fly and I will abandon them. Advise the child to hold a candle for good spring.