The Content of Poems about Bishan Zaier

Nanmen Reservoir has taken a bath, and the Confucian Temple Square has passed by. When the weather is sentimental, the children on the wall grab it at will.

Rainbow Bridge has been robbed, the leather community has been bloodbath, the spirit is as strong as iron, and the children on the wall are fierce.

Dongguan primary school practiced martial arts, the city of the flame danced, all the heroes in the world were buried, and the children on the wall were tigers.

There was sweat on the bed in Qinyuan, food in Xiangrui Hotel, shooting geese with a bow once, and the children on the wall were praised.

The wind blows by Qinglong Lake, bells ring in Tolin Temple, and the mountains are panoramic. The children on the wall are fierce.

I slept in the police station, and the public security bureau reported that I had cooperated with the general to drive tigers and leopards, and the children on the wall were just desperate.

The landlord flipped through the books on the table, and Kaka sucked powder. Qian Qiu's blood is not cold, and the children on the wall are cruel.

Upstairs, the goods are heavy, and the county magistrate is in trouble. The air is lined with Wan Liyun, and the cliff mountain baby is fine.

Iron has hit the edge of South Street, blood has been sold in county hospitals, Leng Yue is warm and passionate, and the baby on the wall is Jie.