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Wencai Wuluo a few people have, chasing fame and profit who do not love the "old body six songs"

Wencai Wuluo a few people have, chasing fame and profit who do not love the "old body six songs"

<一>Watch the plum

To Mei into a double shadow,

The eye waves are like a bud.

Shake the branches and move,

Incense wraps around the tip of the nose.

Can withstand three or nine cold,

Incinerator Mangi Haru.

Fight to the bone,

Laughter breaks through the ice.

<二>West Lake rafting

Lotus incense drunk tourists,

Also smoke and rain also wash dust.

Light boat swinging companion,

Don't talk about honor and disgrace, don't talk about the Scriptures.

<三>Fighting demons

The rivers often gushed with the blood of the brave soldiers, and the demon armor was not removed.

Slave clowns are not opponents, and the great saint fights ghosts and fights evil!

Wencai Wuluo a few people have, chasing fame and profit who do not love the "old body six songs"

<四>Read history

Prosperity comes from all kinds of hardships,

The cause of defeat was that the whole dynasty was dark.

A few people with literary talents and martial arts have,

Who doesn't love to chase fame and fortune!

<五>Wang Zhaojun

Aozuka has been silent for a thousand years,

The pepper is lingering.

A country teaches only one person to bear,

Which boy has a face?

<六>Miscellaneous feelings

Write about the ancient and the modern,

What exactly are you trying to say?

Read books, read people read everything,

Why else do you have to understand?

The cloud cover can't go away,

The mountain high road is far away from a lot of worry.

Looking at the moon and the moon is silent,

Wind and wind without hands.

High Terrace,

Great rivers,

It is also like a surge of blood and a sadness.

A hundred years and a hundred dreams,

What do you want in your life?

Flowers blossom and fall flowers are not solved,

Full of incense or stinky?

From ancient times to the present, there are countless people,

Grass mustard is ultimately difficult to stay.

Make up for daily refusal,

Reclamation roared.

By the railing,

Tears ahead,

It seems that the coming and going has been whiteheaded.

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