Make a Tibetan poem with "Ten thousand people kneeling, long live Brother Heng"

Where do you live?

Sharpen a razor at sunset.

Kneel without thunder, towel

Heng Xia cha Tian Jun

I live off the island.

The pattern of ten thousand Zen clearing chaotic spring

The years are still old, Li Baishen.

There is light in the crowd.

Life is a hundred years old.

Dance first, get drunk, indulge and destroy.

Kneeling, the first autumn dew is faint

Constant stones, waves and ripples.

Ying Ge Duqu Raoxian Cup

It's a great blow to Jae Wan.

Years disappear in cold and summer.