1: He who has the heart to kill a thief is powerless to return to heaven. A fair death honors the whole life. Come on, come on!
two: I miss my hometown, and the west wind vibrates my valley. The flowers are slightly awake, and the autumn heart is shattered. Guo Suo Guo Suo, the ink sounds like yesterday.
three: visiting monks into solitary temples, all the way is covered with moss. The autumn flowers fall in the cold, and the dust breaks the paper. The pool is bright and clear, and the pines and greens are under the shade of the court. Not as ancient as it used to be, the rustling is full of trees.
four: intentional killing of thieves is powerless. A fair death honors the whole life. Come on, come on!
five: people with lofty ideals sigh that the water has passed away, and they are sad and cold. The cold is still warm, and the water will never be returned! Besides, I'm not gay, thousands of miles away. The cable will weep and say goodbye, and the grass will rest. The road to repair is vast and boundless, and the shape is cut off. Why do you pack lightly, and you can't sew the clouds. How to be brave, the sword is lilac knot. Why the Lao Si, the East China Sea coral branches. How to comfort the distant, diligent repair and cherish the short days. When falling in love is not continued, Jiahui will be strong. Sing for you, dance for you, do what your brother does, and don't suffer from it.
six: the north wind is bitter fleabane, the big waves thunder and roar, and the children drag the cable against the wind. Fear of the people in the boat, life and death are in the hands of the children. The cable is dragged backwards, and the more you hold the cable, the more you pull the meat. The meat is attached to the cable, and the bones are only visible in the palm of your hand. Don't cry when you see bones in your palm. There are bones in your palm, but there are no bones in the heart of the river.
seven: home and country are both worried, and people suddenly feel embarrassed. Only my heart is alone, watching you for more than a thousand years. There are a few dreams in the world, and there are thousands of lotus flowers in the dust. After that, I will pay for this mountain and river.