Hard love

The moon fell in the wind and the wind was full of frost. The long history of 5,000 years of history has passed by, and “tossing through the ages”, tonight, I am riding the breeze, stepping on history, following the direction of the river, looking for you, “bitter love” all the beauty of the world! Luoyang’s brother-in-law is undoubtedly a heavy blow to the intellectuals who are studying hard in the cold window. It’s hard to be frustrated and discouraged, but you don’t, you hurriedly and steadily rolled up the sorrow and started “the madness of the horse”. life. During this period, you have experienced the majestic and arrogant spirit of Mount Tai, and sang "There will be a top of the mountain, a small list of mountains". You left behind a back view of the world with pain and pain! It is a pity that your ambition, your chest is only a "name of the sages" and "unprecedented"! When will you be able to meet when Zuo Jun’s wish? You are not without self-confidence, "I am born with my material will be useful," but you are not optimistic about the optimism of "the money is gone." You lamented day by day, but did not sigh "An energy to destroy the eyebrows and bend the power of the power to make me not happy." "I will drink three hundred cups" and "the same with the sale of the ancients", you are struggling to pursue the world. ! Where do you know that Ming Jun, who is truly "pro-mind and far-sighted", is just a "fairy tale" of your time, and you can be a singer! Being smashed by Golden Gate is your only choice. You are so sad and helpless, but you can still rest assured that the people behind, "the horses in the hope of thousands of doors" full of blood and tears! "No talents day aging" a lot of helpless! But you know no, it’s not you who are aging, but the royal compound that is “singing and dancing”! "For the country, love the king, feel the time and hurt, worry about the people, set up the 稷 稷 颠 颠 颠 颠 颠 颠 颠 颠 颠 颠 颠 颠 颠 颠 颠 颠 颠 颠 颠 颠 颠 颠 颠 颠 颠 颠 颠 颠 颠 颠 Looking at you in the night wind on the riverside, my heart, hurt, for this old man who was lost by history! The night wind blew, like who was crying, the tears falling like a rising wave, soaking the "Tang Poetry" in the hands of the Huang family.

Second day: Li Junshuai