Maimang Chapong, pointing straight to the dome
Huang Sui trembled in the wild south wind
Yesterday, I watched the sky at night , the handle of the bucket is located in the south
Bright and unusual, auspicious, it is suitable to be mowed
The straw rope is tied around the waist
Look at me vertical and horizontal, swinging a generation of sickle wind
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Waiting to show housekeeping skills
You may be amazed for one or two
The only thing I have the confidence to win
is this twists and turns Lang
Youring a piece of tune to eat old
Pengpengqi wheat is but the ration of the year
chapter of weeds, muddy catalog
It is difficult to form a book of flat torment
Despite the golden cover given by the nobles
people are overwhelmed
I still rush in and out
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The cycle goes on and on, and I never get tired of it
Wearing a wooden yoke in the general’s armor
“The galloping and hunting drives my heart crazy”
One point Noi Minghua