On the banks of the Qixian River, among the fragrant plum trees, we enter the rivers and lakes hand in hand.
The wonderful sound is like water, the evil soul ignites the fire, and the smile points to the heroic score.
The hero emerges with the flash of sword and shadow, and the chivalrous bones are seen with clank.
Sitting by the window, meditating in seclusion and talking about dreams, the world turns around and time disappears.
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