There are thousands of luxury houses in Ande, which makes all the poor people in the world very happy.
I know that poverty is not more bitter. I swallow my voice and tears.
Wan ku doesn't starve to death, and the Confucian crown is often mistaken.
The wine and meat in Zhumen stink, and the road has frozen bones.
Stark sounded the fifth watch, drums and horns rang, and stars and Tianhe danced on three mountains.
The imperial court, like the North Star, will not change in the end, and the Western Hills of Kohl will not invade Tibet.
However, in the twilight, I felt sorry for the sorrow of a long-lost emperor. I sang the songs that his prime minister sang when he was not unfamiliar on the mountain.