"He Yao makes the public cry for Li shangshuyi"
Although noble and lowly, they steal all their lives.
The cloud and mud have been eliminated, and the mountains and seas are still accessible.
Suddenly, he sighed that he who ascended the dragon, turned over and hung the crane.
Qin poetry can still be held, sword shoes alone into the air.
Once upon a time, when we tasted rites, we were happy to say that every bandit would bow.
People think of Cui Yan as saying that the court should pay homage to the public.
He Ku, who is a good God, doesn't mix his life with humanity.
The astronomy is empty, and the personnel are in Nangong.
The superior slaughters both the old and the inferior.
No reward for the country, only want to ask Xuan dome.
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