Dozens of autumns after the farewell of the old garden, the end of the world fell to a half-white head.
Idle will be in the heart of the poem, now the lone lamp laughs and weeps.
He is already a sad and joyful guest of the rivers and lakes, and he resigns his life to destroy the soul wine.
Wanli Township Pass is ultimately a dream, and the five more flowers and moons illuminate guests.
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