With a machine, horses are riding in the wild forest in the morning light, their eyes are full of wounds and owls are crying, their long swords are swallowed from their scabbards, and they are running towards the imperial capital in fear and through the grass.
Two machines, a long song in praise of the cowardly widow, An Shuzi's sad words that are still unexplained, burning books and holding back, destroying flowers and refusing to see, the ice and snow are covered with mud.
Three machines, the annals of history of Qingdeng have been destroyed, Shao Hua rather is suspicious of the common people, walks alone in the dark night, long whip cracks the electricity, why does he hesitate to ridicule.
There are four machines, the water chestnuts, flowers and green necklaces have all turned to ashes, the beautiful lady is leaving in the snow, the jade zither has broken pillars, the bamboo flute is stuck and choked, the deceased is sad and lazy to trace his eyebrows.
Five machines, the solitary lamp with pen and ink steps swaying, the slender eyebrows coldly seeing the child's slander, the success of a general, hurting all righteousness, leaving and never coming back.
Six machines, looking back on the soft fragrance of the past, breaking the sandalwood and crushing the new gardenia, the mayflies are short and short, gone with a snap of the fingers, and the machine is stopped in Kongxian Township.
There are seven machines, the vine trees are decaying at the end of the world, Minghe's small pavilion is full of stupid words, and sad songs are all over the eyes, but the remaining moans and sobs have not become poems.
Eight machines, Ding Cao is willing to keep the shuttle machine, the relatives and friends are in the urn, the bones and muscles are separated, Yanhua is weak, the joys and sorrows have been confused, the stars have moved from the sky.
Nine planes, pale faces and white hair are riding in the west of the river. The brilliant years are also deceiving each other. The clouds surge suddenly and the morning light shines brightly. You are ashamed to be late in this life.
One day, I was discussing with my roommates "whether we need heroes in this era." I felt emotional and wrote this article in Chen Weiwen's edition class. It seems that Xue was once a diligent and good student. If you show me those version of proper nouns today, I will definitely not recognize them.
"Nine Card Machines" should be the longest word card I have ever filled out. Ordinarily, this word card should not be so tragic, angry and majestic. Experts should not laugh when they see it. At that time, the function of Yahe Little Book Boy had not yet been upgraded. I still remember the nights in the dormitory when I checked Pingchi word by word^_^
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