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The moon is like a silver plate hanging in the sky, if people are more or less scattered between the flowers and flowers, just like the moon loss and the full moon of the moon is not intended to be acacia, the literati rioter hard to hook me to send my heart and the bright moon, until the white wolf Nuhu Mountain...
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Autumn breeze drizzle tears flying. Ten thousand years of acacia dreams. Long-sleeved Xian'e caresses the suqin. Phoenix strings. Listen to the sound of love under the moon.
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