
Blood Red Snow
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Red snow fell on Jiangmei overnight, and tourists wandered in the yellow sand moraine. The peach blossoms are on the pomegranate skirt, and a light falls on the fence late at night. The past of thousands of years has faded away, and the time of a hundred years is like a butterfly in a dream. The stars look like they are not last night, the sun sets in the wasteland in the west wind. The autumn fields are green and the autumn sun is yellow, but I am sentimental but annoyed by ruthlessness. Who would be silent, and still hate the ruthlessness at this time. Right and wrong, success and failure are all empty; right and wrong are not clear, but they are clear. Thousands of leaves and a thousand voices are full of hatred, thousands of miles of west wind and vast sea of sand. The wind and sand outside the Great Wall are still cold, and a sword of frost chills fourteen states. The body is about to be exhausted and sick in bed, looking at each other with blood flowing from each other. I know that I don't dare to fight with short soldiers, but I miss you deeply. Don't say that women are not heroic creatures. They can handle the wind and clouds with their hands and scare the ghosts and gods. A generation of beauties are all for you.
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