Yin Zhen

Nanzhong Lights Miasma clouds spread across the ancient area of Zangda, and the voice of young scholars in the south is eternal. In the wilderness of Shansuo, Guizhou and Li, there are few books and lanterns in the stream back to Manzhai. In the early years after Yin Gong came to the world, Shaoli Hongxin broke through his stubbornness. Unable to bear the ignorance of his neighbors for so long, he vowed to dig a tunnel deep into the mountains. The weak crown has left home thousands of miles away, and the sandals have broken through the dust of Luo City. The ancestor of Runan was said to have been taught by Wen, who taught him economics. The six books have revealed the essence of the characters, and the origin of the heart has been traced for hundreds of generations. I don't love the royal hairpins of the imperial capital, but I only think about the remnants of the people in my homeland. Gui Fan points to Furong Ferry in the distance, and the building of the hall is the foundation of Hongmeng. The bamboo window opens to the moon in Mount Guizhou, and the wind blows from the bamboo slips. When Meng Tong first met people, the old man learned about etiquette and Yilong. Not only are the boys attending the ceremony, but there are also female schoolmates named Sang Nong. Ah Sang keeps the ambition of Qingyun together, and the two pieces of jade come together to benefit thousands of people. When the epidemic broke out, he leaned forward to rescue the head of Guizhou, and when the army approached, he rode alone to stop the army. Those who are framed by corrupt officials will not change their minds, and they will keep their moral integrity in troubled times like a rainbow. One of his troops went out to guard the land of Jingzhou, and the officials governed the Qingming Festival and turned the rain into a dense one. After success, I no longer fall in love with the nobility of the noble family, so I untie the seal and return to the old school. Eighty-three years of trials and hardships, I only do one thing in my life. Even after death, the cultural context remains, and the true style of the Tao is still sung for thousands of years. Southern Xinjiang is not without stars, Mr.'S torch illuminates the sky.