Pick the light and watch the sword

If you are drunk, pick the light and watch the sword, and dream back to blow the horn. Eight hundred miles, 50-byte sounds, sand field autumn troops.
Ma Zuo's Lu was so fast that he was shocked by the bow. However, the king won the name behind his death, poor white.

In the history of mountains and rivers, Sun Zhongmou is a hero.
The song station is always beaten by the rain.
Xiyang grass tree, ordinary street, humane mail slaves once lived.
Think of that year, Jin Ge tie Ma, swallowed up thousands of miles like a tiger.
Yuan Jia Caocao, Feng langju, won canghuang bei Gu.
For years, I still remember, Beacon Yangzhou Road.
Looking back, there is a dark crow drum in the Buddhist temple.
Who asked me why? I can't afford it.

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