What tianjiao, what Qiu Nan; This is an ancient poem. Who has heard of it?

Is this song right (I don't see any southern crickets)

Give it to assistant minister Wu (Yue) of Wumen with the rhyme concept of Wang.

Wu Yuanyun is singing and dancing. He usually plays with children. Fugong mallet drums into Yuanmen, and archers add gas.

Jade autumn night Ming Bao Dao, palace robe cold. The king intends to fight tianjiao, and thunderbolt is strong enough to fuck me.

The full moon is still too wrist-less, and all three armed forces are broken. Don't shock the flying wing with an electric hammer, please shoot grass and gravel.

The flag well is full of friction, and there are thousands of thunder in front of the account. Tell Han to be an editor, and don't waste your breath crossing the elm plug.

The dead leaves of wild goose sand become triumphant, and the strong men turn over the galaxy. Agriculture, mulberry and mulberry all suppress the trilateral martial arts, and the general is lazy to shoot the Nanshan tiger.

You don't need local training to describe people far away. You know the Lord in the middle of heaven and earth. The article is the champion of martial arts in all corners of the country, and so is Ken's uniform.