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Begging the death of my 87-year-old uncle and grandfather?

Sound and sound are always in the air. Autumn wind and cranes are chirping in jathyapple.

Enze made great achievements in nine days and four seas, and the flowers shed tears.

Always remember the teaching style, always remember the model, and always mourn.

In autumn, cranes coo, crows and crows in jathyapple die, and cranes drive west.

The loyalty of Xiao Xian, the son of Gao Shou Wang De, will last forever.

Eternal glory inspires the feelings of future generations, and the old rain and tears shed desolation.

Yan Yan has passed away, and the spirit of sadness is immortal.

Virtue is boundless, and the history of history will never forget the virtues of celebrities and hometown.

Leave a legacy of the ages, love a thousand flowers, condense a tear, and let the water mourn.

Out of the water, broken, sad and happy, shocking.

Throughout one's life, hope is in one's body, voice is in one's voice, and merit still exists.

If I had known, I might have nothing to say in the temple, and tears poured down my clothes, and her heart would have broken and her tears would have dried up.

Typical: I wonder who I'm talking to. My heart is as deep as the sea.

I still want to be cold, so do I.

It's spring in the world, and I'm alone, so why bother?

Actress Shen Baowu drinks thousands of tears, and the old people cherish the old age.

Where is the crane dreaming? Apes have been crowing here for one hundred years and thirty thousand days.

The soul shines on the liver of the sun and the moon, and the mountains and rivers reflect righteousness.

Today's achievements are still in the Qing dynasty, and I am worried about national subjugation. I will die first and not return.

It is typical for students of Lengfan Public Building in Li Yue, Chu Shi to lose their teachers.

Knowing that you are ashamed of worrying about your own death, I am still drunk. Virtue depends on eternal loyalty.

Sad, sad, eternal, full of tears, remembering affection and integrity, shining on the sun and the moon.

Strong winds spread bright festivals in Gigi Lai, and later people shed tears in the rain.

Outside, clouds gathered in the hall, mourning for many families, listening to the cold wind, empty buildings, bitter rain and cold.

Fame is immortal, the soul is bright, the history is lush, the pine and cypress live forever, and it will never go down in history.

Flowers cry in cold spring, birds cry heartbroken, flowers fall, spring has gone, and it is difficult to round the bright moon.

Yu Mei is full of filial piety, and the old man has been away for a long time.

People spend their whole lives, hoping to be in the body, smiling and smiling all their lives, and virtue will be passed down for the rest of their lives.

Who is safe in the same boat as * *? If I knew, I would serve you in the temple without words or tears.

The weeping soul is about to break, and tears will leave a faint scent on the withered dragon.

It was difficult to find traces of painting, and tears flowed all over the floor.

Do good all your life, and leave a name for yourself through the ages.

Su Xin hangs on the high instrument, and Bo's straight path still exists today.

That voice, that voice, that smile, is still brilliant, and that high wind will last forever.

The spirit of heaven and earth lives on, and the spirit smiles. The red plum, green bamboo and indoor white robe are outside Jiuquan Gate.

The sun and the moon shine with the heart of a child, and their names will last forever. I will work hard all my life, simple and honest.

Friends regard today as a farewell smile. They have been sad all their lives, honest and naive, naive and bright.

The voice and face of death will remain in the wind forever, snow will pile up against the wind for three years, and tears will fall into red ice.

The poetic soul that has drifted with the tide has been involved, and the white horse has bid farewell to tears and sent away the blue sky and blue sea.

All return to the sunset, and the cause of sprinkling hemp with two tears is returned to the predecessors, and the green model remains in the future generations.

Spring rain, pear blossom, eternal hatred, autumn wind, tung leaves, one-day sorrow, green water, green hills, sad history, falling flowers, weeping, weeping.

The shadow of Gao Xuan in Pengmen sang in Artemisia, the white horse came to tears, and the spring rain was wet, driving Bai Yunfei away.

Wind, trees, rules, crows, snow, heavy doors, white horses, swallowing people, trying to build a white jade building in the sky.

I don't know the sunset, I miss my family. I often hope that Bai Yunfei will want to see her voice and singing voice, and there will be tears to attend the class.

Snowflakes are all white, and tears are sprinkled on maple trees. Qian Shan was silent, bowed his head, sobbing and blowing Xiao.

The motherland's mountains and rivers bury loyal bones, and China pays tribute to the hero's affection.

At midnight, the cold cuckoo still crows. Wan Liyun empty cranes fly from the water, and the setting sun hates autumn frost and spring rain.

I smile at everyone's holidays. I miss my family alone. I have been miserable and thrifty all my life. I will be a model and try to spread my life.

Buried in the northern suburbs, loyal people left the village to raise autumn grass and left people alone, only looking at the sunset photos of Lin.

Thousands of tears, the earth is wet, a tomb is full of blood, and the spring rain is full of ambition.

Bright Moon, Breeze, Memories of the Ancient Mountain and Water, Reading Poems, Three Paths of Cold Pine, Crying, Half Window, Bamboo and Wind Singing

Ling Ying was a guest of Penglai. Fan, a villager, loved the country and worked hard before his death, and told his children to be more frugal when he died.

There is no reason to see the brow on the right and no longer smell loyalty. The festival is like pine, frost and snow, and the wind shines like water.

It's like yesterday's laughter * * * If you don't believe me, don't let Chen Xiaoqi die. Fang stayed, and it was already green.

White horse, flat car, farewell tears, blue sky, blue sea, mourning, persistence, respect for future generations, leaving a name and remembering old friends.