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北平太阳在黄尘里浸泡。正阳门外驼铃叮咚。京郊的小店里曾投宿过大刀王五之流……早已经革过命。剪掉的辫子在尾尻冒长。吁!冠盖如云,几度京华!佯狂的新青年要掀掉吃人的筵席。“现在的屠杀者”,屠杀“现在”的血使他郁愤。古轩亭的秋瑾,菜市口的谭嗣同,“我自横刀向天笑”,“
Peiping sun soaked in the yellow dust. Zhengyang outside the door camel bells. In the small shop in the suburbs of Beijing, he once took the opportunity to spend the day at the king of the Great Knives... long ago. The cut scorpion grows in the tail scorpion. Call it! The crown is like a cloud, and several times Jinghua! The raging young people want to get rid of the feast. The “now slaughterers” and the massacre of “now” make him angry. In the autumn of the ancient Xuan Ting Ting, and in the mouth of the vegetable market, Tan Yitong, “I laugh at Hengqi from the Hengdao”, "