Do you think we Zixing people in Hunan have it?

On Danyang Road, we hurried through the scene, and there was soup in Wuling Square. Wan Li, the Great Wall of Wan Li, is long and Chang Deqiang.

Yuanba crossed the sea from top to bottom, the passenger station was hung, and the color of Qingshan would not change, so Changde man dragged it.

I took a bath in Liuye Lake, and I ran in Longgang Lane. Sentimental weather makes you old, so Changde men hold it.

There was a robbery in Xiaoximen, and there was blood shed in front of No.1 Middle School. The spirit is as strong as iron, and Changde people are the masters.

There was a bubble at the fork in the road, and there was hardship at Wuling Pavilion. All heroes in the world are buried, and Changde people are tigers.

People were smashed at bus stops, antique cities set themselves on fire, and heroes in ancient and modern times were filled with lofty sentiments. Changde men are gods.

The wind blows on the Shibi levee, the bells of Shaolin Temple ring, and the mountains are all on this peak. Changde men are loyal.

I slept in the police station, and the Public Security Bureau informed me that the general and I were driving tigers and leopards together, and Changde man was proud.

The landlord flipped through the books on the table, and the Furong Building was shattered, but the bloody body was not damaged. Changde man was cruel.

Walking in the street while the iron is hot, the people's hospital sells blood, full of lofty sentiments, and Changde man is stubborn.

In front of the vegetable market, I was shackled and stabbed on the Shui Yuan Bridge. One mountain is higher, and Changde men are proud.