"The wind rolls up the sleeves where the hexagram sign is broken, and the court clothes are stained with frost and no boat can be seen."
My name is Xu Yanzhou, and I have calculated all the wind and rain in the world. When the hexagram is broken, the strong wind sweeps away my sleeves, and there is no time to return;
Wearing court clothes, he stood in the frost, looking through the autumn water, but he could no longer wait for the boat that would carry her back. Every prediction turned into a prophecy, and every meeting turned into nothing.
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In the foreign persimmon, ten miles of gold mining finally allowed me to find real gold🥰
In the foreign persimmon, ten miles of gold mining finally allowed me to find real gold🥰
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