Yu is a wild mouse, and now I heard that a compatriot resisted the exploitation of Tang X, and was unfortunately killed by it. Woohoo, woe! To the sage Confucius who often heard about people, he said: "There is no class in teaching", but today's people are far away from the saints, and they actually kill my compatriots.

Whew! My generation hid in the campus cafeteria, did not disturb your life, only because of the lack of self-food, so I ordered the deceased to explore it in order to find something to eat, and did not want to be killed by you. Mourn its merits, the lives of the audience, write praises and songs, in order to express their anger and complain of their suffering.

However, we are all widows, and we can only suffer from their humiliation, and we cannot complain about their suffering or resentment. can only affirm the righteousness of filial piety.

My generation has not tasted unreasonable rats, but sighs that their methods are very poisonous. The generation was inadequate, so he actually placed it between the kelp pork rib soup, and was poisoned by the soup wok, which made him resentful. What a pity, what a pity! Wait for the meat of our generation. also let our generation carry the black pot such as Qier, and defile the name of our people.

Alas! The survivor steals life, and the dead are gone. His death at the hands of the soup x butcher was unbearable, and his flesh was hidden and the kelp ribs were looming; Its hair floats on the broth, and if it sinks and floats, its taste is unbearable, and it is not enough to mention.

I can't bear to say it again, I just want to let it be revealed to the world, woohoo! Alack! Alas! It hurts

(Haha, this is a small article from that year, it's quite interesting, you can take a look at it as a joke!) ）