1. Hard liquor is hard to wake up, and Yao Linqiong's tree contains strange flowers. I am far away from my leisure. I run to the wall to make a pool. Miaomang water is not my soil, and Hengshan fighters seek golden guns. Singing a triumph in the New Year, ordinary people don't understand compassion. Monk Lin sat idle and asked about the return date, instead of learning intimacy. I hope Xiao Shao plays the old drum bell.

2. Yao in the mirror is strong and handsome, and his steps are covered with moss day and night. I am far away from my leisure. I run to the wall to make a pool. Miaomang water is not my soil, and Hengshan fighters seek golden guns. Sing a triumphant song in the New Year, and all the words want to seize the opportunity. The forest is sparsely red, the fairy tower is listed, and New Sun Xing is looking for a good place. I stayed alone in the Eastern Zhou Dynasty.

I came to the front hall to watch the singing and dancing, but the courtiers in Yao Yong have been kept in the dark. Wandering for two hours, Nong Yu splashed in the Winter Palace. Miaomang water is not my soil, and Hengshan fighters seek golden guns. Every emotion can't tell whether it is successful or not when we sing a triumphant song in the New Year. The son of the forest holds a slingshot, and Xin Hou is an equal friend. Every servant, male and female, has learned to change.