Ask for a China traditional poem recitation!

Qu yuan's classical Chinese

Fuck, Angkor was picked up by a rhinoceros car at the wrong hub.

Enemy, the flag is like a dark cloud and the arrow is on the string.

He violated my position and trampled on my team. My left relative died and my right relative was stabbed.

Bury two rounds, trip four horses, and beat drums with jade mallets.

The sky darkened, the gods' angry majesty, cruel killing, and the body abandoned Ye Yuan.

No return, no return, the plain is hazy and the road is very remote.

Wearing a long sword, holding a strong crossbow, leaving your head, Zhuang Xin will not change.

Brave and fearless, you are the most. You will stick to your post until you die.

Let the representative of the Chinese class in your class write a string of words, and the opening remarks will be almost the same.

When the body dies, the spirit is the spirit (17), and the soul is the ghost man (18) (the soul is the ghost man)!