Liuzhou Getou
Looking across the Changhuai River, the pass is flat.
The dust is dark, the frosty wind is strong, the sound is quiet, and the darkness is solid.
Recalling the events of those days, it was almost a matter of days, without human power, and the trees and strings and songs were still smelling fishy.
Across the river, in Zhengxiang, the setting sun falls under the cattle and sheep, and the areas are scattered vertically and horizontally.
Watching the famous king hunting at night, riding fire and clearing the river, and the mournful sound of drums and drums is shocking.
Thinking about the arrow in the waist, the sword in the box, and the moth in the air, how could it be possible!
Time is easy to lose, the heart is weak, the age is about to be zero, and the divine capital is dim.
Qian Yu Fang Huaiyuan, the beacon fire is quiet, and the troops are suspended.
The crown and cover make people gallop around, as if they are in love.
I heard that the old man from the Central Plains often looked south, green and bright.
When travelers come here, Zhong is filled with anger and bursts into tears.
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