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Red Line, Beacon Flame

Zuo Mohui

The moon rises and the night cries

When the chill is frightened

A lone lamp

Duyun is a scholar

Ridiculous finches know the ambition of the birds

Boating in the middle of the lake

Enjoy the snow by the riverside

Drink a few bottles

Fortunately, you know

Kunpeng spreads its wings

God knows the world

Marvel at the Wizards

The Girl Next Door

Secretly wishing to be heartfelt

However, Jun cut off the love thread with Rong Ma

There is nothing to do in this life

Ask you about the afterlife

The red line is hard to break

Reincarnation does not forget this

Lovesickness for life and life

When the frost falls and the geese return

Who knows if the red face is haggard

The beacon fire continued to fight

In the past, Lang Jun was still stupid

Blood-stained kaftan drenched clothes

The independent battlefield leans on bamboo branches

Why did the jade dragon die?

The barren mound and the lonely grave are unknown

The country is no longer late in the evening

The wolf is losing the deer

Throw the whip to cut off the momentum of the ten thousand armies

Huang Chen's bones were buried, and his loyal ministers died

The horse stepped on the night orchid and galloped to

Prosperous through the ages

Iron armor is like a mirror to the sun

Like a tiger with minions, he pounces on food

The Ninety-Five Emperor went to Qingchi

Crape Myrtle withered Emperor floating corpse

The heroes and the Kyushu chronicles

The sons of a hundred schools of thought discuss state affairs

How the four ages are the Son of Heaven

Not as good as the average poor man

Speechless to the ancestral shrine

However, the bridge is ashamed

It's not a king's politics

The number of qi should be determined by heaven

The cold light is dazzling, and the spine is straight

The heroic soul is unyielding

"The emperor has become mediocre and treacherous"

Clever tongues can hardly hide the reality of the rebellion

Hejiu must be divided into ancient words

Shenzhou changed hands for the prosperous world

The day of the new emperor's accession to the throne

Retreat to the Bazaar

Hidden fame

When the brocade returned home

I don't know where to find the woman next door

The black-clothed prime minister arrived

No one knows

Knock lightly on the wood door

The teacher did not see the son

Fang Zhijing is difficult to lose

Even if the ambition is shi

Leave your name in history

Unaccompanied

Celibacy in the world

Like leaves drifting with the wind, rootless duckweed

Memories of the cold window idiot

It's hard to stop thinking

Encounter with old acquaintances

Staggered

Traces of the beautiful woman emerged

Where is Xizhou

Lone sail and two oars bridgehead crossing

The twilight did not see the shrike flying

The evening breeze blows the black tree cold

Under the black tree is in front of the door

Open the door and reveal the green in the door

Sijun finally met for many years

The four eyes are facing each other, and tears ripple

The old appearance of the Zhuhuang people has changed

Sigh and leave empty resentment

The red line is difficult to break and disconnect

This life has been over, and there is no chance

Since ancient times, the family and the country have been in trouble

The people of Iraq are obsessed with cuckoos

Time flies and my mind is confused

The years have withered

In front of the door, Kurama was snubbed

Gu Ying has self-pity and only memories

The roller shutter sky is high like an oath

The blue sea and the sky are sorrowful and know each other

I will love all my life

Come like flying flowers and scatter like smoke

I don't know the time limit

Under the moon, the clouds dance with their sleeves

Looking back, things are not people, not old

The sick body is emaciated, and the figure is thin

Don't forget this life in the next life

When the flowers bloom, change the monarchy

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The product of the two-week geography history lesson, serves as an update today.

In addition, I ask the royal sister to sing it!!!!

The second paragraph is lazy, borrowing and using a lot of ancient poems, as well as the poems seen in "Fighting Armor". It's so hard to dream about yourself! I'm tired of finding thirty-two words ending in the "i" sound in the first paragraph.