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Water tune song head. Cliff Mountain Feeling Nostalgia (II) It has been the middle of April, the cliff mountain thunderstorm is a masterpiece, travel to the strange stone, smell the cicadas, there are soldiers braving the rain to practice, feeling it, to write this article. Remembering this time I came, the cicadas on the branches

author:Sima Nanming

Water tune song head. Cliff Mountain Nostalgia (2)

In the middle of April, the cliff mountain thunderstorm was great, walking to the strange stone, smelling the cicadas, and practicing in the rain.

Remembering that I came here,

The cicadas on the branches begin to feed.

Visit the old ruins of the cliffs and mountains,

Praise Lu Xiufu.

At that time, the country was weak,

The sages were indignant and humiliated.

Cliff Gate Heaven and Earth Reform,

There should be a northern return to the soul,

Rolling waves!

Ancient Meaning,

Oh,

Do you know?

Take care of the King,

The white oriole flew over the west mountain.

Sprinkle a knight of the past,

Sigh hero bone cold,

Tears could not be stopped.

The past is yin jian in,

Strive to make strong maps.

Water tune song head. Cliff Mountain Feeling Nostalgia (II) It has been the middle of April, the cliff mountain thunderstorm is a masterpiece, travel to the strange stone, smell the cicadas, there are soldiers braving the rain to practice, feeling it, to write this article. Remembering this time I came, the cicadas on the branches
Water tune song head. Cliff Mountain Feeling Nostalgia (II) It has been the middle of April, the cliff mountain thunderstorm is a masterpiece, travel to the strange stone, smell the cicadas, there are soldiers braving the rain to practice, feeling it, to write this article. Remembering this time I came, the cicadas on the branches
Water tune song head. Cliff Mountain Feeling Nostalgia (II) It has been the middle of April, the cliff mountain thunderstorm is a masterpiece, travel to the strange stone, smell the cicadas, there are soldiers braving the rain to practice, feeling it, to write this article. Remembering this time I came, the cicadas on the branches
Water tune song head. Cliff Mountain Feeling Nostalgia (II) It has been the middle of April, the cliff mountain thunderstorm is a masterpiece, travel to the strange stone, smell the cicadas, there are soldiers braving the rain to practice, feeling it, to write this article. Remembering this time I came, the cicadas on the branches
Water tune song head. Cliff Mountain Feeling Nostalgia (II) It has been the middle of April, the cliff mountain thunderstorm is a masterpiece, travel to the strange stone, smell the cicadas, there are soldiers braving the rain to practice, feeling it, to write this article. Remembering this time I came, the cicadas on the branches
Water tune song head. Cliff Mountain Feeling Nostalgia (II) It has been the middle of April, the cliff mountain thunderstorm is a masterpiece, travel to the strange stone, smell the cicadas, there are soldiers braving the rain to practice, feeling it, to write this article. Remembering this time I came, the cicadas on the branches
Water tune song head. Cliff Mountain Feeling Nostalgia (II) It has been the middle of April, the cliff mountain thunderstorm is a masterpiece, travel to the strange stone, smell the cicadas, there are soldiers braving the rain to practice, feeling it, to write this article. Remembering this time I came, the cicadas on the branches
Water tune song head. Cliff Mountain Feeling Nostalgia (II) It has been the middle of April, the cliff mountain thunderstorm is a masterpiece, travel to the strange stone, smell the cicadas, there are soldiers braving the rain to practice, feeling it, to write this article. Remembering this time I came, the cicadas on the branches

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