The spring breeze blows, and the war drums beat.

When Yan Lang came over with his head held high, the group of boys and buddies almost didn't laugh out loud, who didn't know that Yan Lang was a man with no ink, and he still came to poetry?

"Little boy, don't use your fists for a while. "Someone laughed at him.

"That's not going to happen, at most whoever laughs at me, I'll slap someone's mouth. ......

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