: One thousand one hundred and seventeen, chopped green onion

【"Burning with anger, leaning on the railing, resting in the rain. Looking up, looking up to the sky and screaming, full of enthusiasm. Thirty years of fame and dust, eight thousand miles of roads, clouds and moons. Don't wait for nothing. The boy's head has turned white, and he is empty and sad.

Jingkang's shame is still unresolved. When will the hatred of the courtiers be destroyed? Driving a long car to break through, Helan Mountain is missing. The aspirations eat the meat of the Hulu hungry, and laugh and talk about drinking the blood of the Huns when they are thirsty. Be from scratch, clean up the old mountains and rivers, overturned Que. "

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On the screen, thousands of soldiers hit their chests with sabers

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