One night, I wrote a poem about the head of a teenager.

Angry, leaning on the railing, resting in the rain. Looking up, screaming in the sky, strong and fierce. Thirty fame, dust and earth, eight thousand miles of clouds and the moon. Don't be idle, it's white and sad.

When will the shame of Jingkang, the hatred of courtiers, come out? Driving a long car, breaking through the lack of Helan Mountain. Eat pork when you are hungry, and drink Hun blood when you are thirsty. Stay from the beginning, clean up the old mountains and rivers, and go to the sky!

Manjiang Jiao Hong Rao Laosheng

Author: Huian

Glue disturbs fatigue when it is enough. People think that if you are rich and frugal with your family, you will shrink back. Don't make progress when you are proud, you must know that it is upside down. Indifferent teaching, white juvenile head, mediocrity. Who doesn't love it? Who doesn't envy, a thousand bells. Nai Wu Xing is not such a topic. If you waste your thoughts and brains, your children and grandchildren will be blessed. I don't need to collect herbs to worship God, but I have few desires.