Difficult to Be a Person in the Book
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Young flowers, dazzling flowers, Baixiang Pavilion, people will eventually be drunk, and people will be haggard after entering the flower mirror. If they stay for a hundred years, the flowers will be one year old, and they will be the morning dew again in the next life. Once in a hundred years, I will never regret it. Thousands of flavors are gathered together, and the fine wine is in my throat. I think back to the time when thousands of princes were hated by a handful of loess. The cold moon is like frost, the sky clouds are sad, the children's cries are heard over the mountains, the iron shoulders are covered with blood, and the whistle is bone-piercing, which is also full of tenderness. The blue sky weeps and rains, the earth mourns and screams, its sharks hurt, thousands of people are wiped out, a dream of heaven finally becomes a mistake, the green light and the red dust are all left behind. Is Liu'an guest house safe? A blue-faced girl never sees her beauty, and a childhood friend never sees her old friend. In the end, you and I are both passers-by, and the flowers bloom and then wither, and everything we gain here is a failure.
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