Can you help me make up some jokes about ancient poems?

The red army is not afraid of the expedition, and it will travel thousands of miles to Jiangling in one day.

The sky is wild, and a pear tree presses Haitang.

In order to see the sun, although he is very glorious, I will come again at chrysanthemum time.

Listen to you, hang the southeast branch.

There are thousands of buildings in Ande Building, and they will never be shown an honest face.

But the dragon city flew in, and the six palaces disappeared.

I died in a remote village, and with a hundred years of sorrow, I climbed this height alone. I advised God to stand up again, and an almond came out of the wall.

Long before I met her, but even longer after we broke up, every moment was worth a thousand dollars. The poor seat was empty before midnight, but this endless sadness continued.

When my parents heard that my daughter was coming, they braced themselves and went to Qingchi. As soon as Sister A heard that Sister Mei was coming, she hung up the Southeast Branch. I heard my sister coming, and her voice was interrupted ... and then she reluctantly answered.

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