Leng Yun came to Haidong, and Jiangshan Wan Li was full of jealousy. The sky in Lugou jathyapple is dark, and the knife is made by people.
Kun Yu didn't dye China, and since then China has been a dream. The sword in the box rings every night, and the sound startled the dragon.
The general looked at the map of the world at night and didn't know that his country was poor. The prancing horse fights with the sound of a horizontal knife, and the sword is like a rainbow.
When the horse dies and the sword breaks the Great Wall, the athletes cry and set the sun. Class four fainted in nine games, and Yuanyuan was stranded in a lonely shed.
The long river flows endlessly in the southeast, and the old eyes are fierce. It is better to beat Qiantang to fill your chest than to die in shame at the cape.
There was an earthquake in the whistling forest, and the heavy Anyudian battle group. Rain hurts the country, and children are heroes.
Xingtian dances the axe of God of War, and Houyi bends the bow of sunset. The home country no longer has the same name, and it was returned to the Manchu and Han nationalities.
Infinite heroes fight to the death, and Longquan sword proves loyalty. The Millennium country has shed tears for thousands of years, and all countries are dressed in the Palais des Nations.
Destroy the family and fight for national luck, bury Hu and drive Lu to make peace. One day after sweeping the hole and plowing the court, Huanglong will meet again after drinking.
The wind and thunder fell to earth-shattering changes, and a red flag appeared on the peak. Crazy knives drink heroic blood, and giants support Yao and Shun Heaven alone.
It's hard to be lonely in the wild, but a single spark can start a prairie fire. Why don't the car book be bleak and the wind blows the hammer and sickle?
The dream of the world of mortals is near, and a strong man leaves home. Half a muddy mash is hard to break, and seven feet of children contribute to the country.
The autumn wind and the sunset are always close to love, and the sound of breaking the rainbow is endless. When do you want to go home after ten years of hard work?
Qin Long suffered a lot in the Central Plains, but his heart in Yan 'an has not changed. The use of force is not because of belligerence, but because workers and peasants want to make their faces happy.
Xixian yearns for long-term homesickness, shares land equally and strives for civil rights. Move the stars for the moon to uncover the sky, and cast the sword as the plow for the world.
My heart is always fighting with the south, and I am too relieved only for the people's livelihood. Shame and cry all your life, why bother cooking and frying all your life?
Avenue is always the hardest to walk, and many heroes have been wronged. Wind and rain blow for hundreds of generations, and 600 million China is reunited.
* * * Take out a pen to draw a new world, and the red flag overflows the old Kungan. Those who are determined to be kind will end up with a bright moon.
Scholars do not see the dust of the army and horses, but soar to pay tribute to the Chinese soul. Without a pen, I dare to praise my heart.
Since ancient times, literati have been down and out, and romance has hurt the monarch and ministers after all. Living in the cloister temple, worrying about the country and the people, there is always no trace of spring dreams.
When the sun and the moon are full, they come and go, and the eight wastes wander to see the wind and cloud. What is the limit of a crazy song? Life stirs the ancient stars.
Wandering businesswoman tears, throwing heroes for a hundred years. The ancient roads of the Six Dynasties are as old as smoke, and the pipa covers the peaceful spring.
Ruiqi reopened the three pavilions, and the red flag fluttered in Tiananmen Square. Han Que in the Tang Palace still exists today, and the world has died.
Longmen is a gentleman's pleasure, and smoke and fire have never been kissed. Those who are born late cherish their ancestral careers and work hard to open mountains and rivers.
Dan Xin is fearless. He is not afraid of fire or gold. Autumn waters dance in Long song, and red berries are still full of blood.
It rains every year in Dongshan, and the grass on the mountain is green. The soul belongs to the long soul of the martyrs, and the sky is full of pride.
Bald pen is difficult to describe, and the history of pain in a hundred years is always different. Look at the dry wind and rain, Dongshan red sun shines in Chuqing.
This is the masterpiece of one of my classmates. His name is Don. I hope this article will satisfy you.