On the journey of singing and dancing, the vegetation is lush and the young people are wandering. Look at Liao Kuo's sky, the dusk clouds are rolling in. The road ahead is far away, and the blood is endless. In the eight extremes and nine fields, the battle plan is pushed horizontally, and the sword is waved in front of the country. In the midst of the storm, the nine honest men will attack and annihilate them! I still recall my hometown where I once slept, searching for the affectionate memories of the past. The descendants of the four descendants from all directions, the rising sun of peace, the tigers, leopards and bears, the ears and ears lying on the ground! Starry eyes, smokey eyebrows, red brocade robes, all the kings came to see him. I still don't forget the good news of Hou Guangming, that time.
