Pungent

The Yin Palace is in ruins, the deer platform is ashes and cold, and the Jiuding is covered with dust. Sighing at the hen in the morning, Zhongliang burns his bones; the wine pool boils with blood, and Li Shu swallows and moans. The star is imprisoned in Youli, the moon is pregnant in Qishan, and the eagle fishing in Wei is the best in the world. Meng Jin roared, gathered eight hundred princes, and pointed his sword towards the dusk. The sudden rain in Makino turned the clouds, and the former disciples turned against each other and split the banner! Even if the elephant array destroys the city, it is difficult to stop the fire of the ox at dawn; the jade clothes burn the night, and the remaining scraps are filled with regret. The three prisons are full of excitement, the Duke of Zhou spits out food, and rituals and music reshape the mountains and rivers. Qianqiujian: Ask the people's heart, which is the heart of heaven, who controls the ups and downs?