The turmoil of more than 90 years ago has subsided, but the story of more than 90 years ago has not yet been told. The sea of stars crushed the poetry and fell into the dusk, the bright fireworks tore through the silent night sky, and the approaching lights illuminated the nebula outside the window, composing a song of the Republic of China. Famous and vain, vain and hard work. A horse is caught in a sigh, fire is caught in a stone, and a body is caught in a dream. It is better to go back to the clouds and be an idler. It's a pity that the court is once again in turmoil, and people in the world are experiencing various emotions. Not returning to the clouds, not returning to the clouds, at the end of the dark night, there are thousands of lights dimming gracefully.
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