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Polygonum hydropiper in a row, the bottle has a dike. -"Huainanzi"

My name is Li, and I come from central China.

The sky is full of Yun Lan, and the day is full of sorrow.

Small town cuts chicken, broadsword cooks cattle.

Thunder shakes the world, and it is profitable and clean.

Chord singing Tang Yao, drop the hidden hairpin group.

Naive thinking and old customs.

Cattle and sheep are scattered in the building and don't sleep at night.

Why do you ask? Sages kill our soil.

Give the city trees peaches and plums, and the shade will flow.

The riverbank is surrounded by green water, and the mulberry trees are even blue.

Zhao's women are not handsome, and they carry cages in droves during the day.

The slightest sound is heard from a hundred miles away.

The interested bird came down from the stage and lay high on the road.

Hanging eaves at the edge of the house is a shame.

Qin Qingyue is in the house, and people enter the room quietly.

Without further ado, Tao Ran went to the emperor to escape.

White jade pot with ice water, the bottom of the pot is clear.

Guangqing Cave is unscathed and radiant.

Zhao is a good politician in North America, and Yannan is famous.

Passers-by read ballads, so they recite virtues.