When the wind and grass are not strong, the boat dare not cross the beach again.

It is easy to bury a place name all day long, but it is difficult to change it halfway.

God's will seems to be a great task, so why should we be tired of being hungry and cold?

Long song is studying again, and I am wider than my predecessors.

Generous elegy Wang Daqiang

A guest living in Hanshui River hurts himself like a madman. Be ambitious to save the world and be famous in your hometown.

I only love * * * making parties, and I don't care what others say. I sing a song, my blood is green and my fragrance is fragrant.

There is a home in eastern Hubei, in the white clouds deep in Wanshan. The old father cried innocently, while the old mother leaned aside in tears.

The landscape of my hometown is eternal, and heaven and earth will hate me. I sing two songs, and the revolution will succeed sooner or later.

Friends are like-minded, and thousands of miles meet each other. Dance with the smell of night cries and beat the boat to help the wind and rain.

Ten thousand people are hard to find and live up to expectations. I sang three songs, growled and threw my head at my motherland angrily.

I have a younger brother in my hometown, but I am expected to grow up today. I suddenly wrote a letter in my dream last night, saying that my brother was heartbroken.

I have been poor for three years, how can I inherit me in my hometown? I am strong in four songs, and the banner of righteousness smells of Hubei, Jiangxi and Hunan.

I sang five songs and died today.

My mind is full of songs. There should be more martyrs underground.

I finished my seven songs, and there were blood and prizes everywhere.