Looking at the Central Plains in the distance, there are many city walls outside the desolate smoke. I think of those days when flowers covered willows and phoenix towers and dragon pavilions were built. The front of the Long Live Mountain is surrounded by pearls and greenery, and music and singing are performed in the Peng Hu Hall. Up to now, the suburbs are full of iron cavalry, and the wind and dust are bad.
Where are the troops? Cream front e. Are the people safe? Fill gullies. Sigh that the country remains the same, thousands of villages are scattered. When will I ask for a tassel to carry a sharp brigade and cross the Qinghe River and Luo with a whip? But he returned and continued his tour of Hanyang, riding a yellow crane.
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