The sky is thousands of miles away and the autumn is clear, and the water goes with the sky and the autumn is boundless. The eyes are far away, offering sorrow and hatred, jade hairpin and snail bun. The sunset above the building, in the sound of broken bells, wanderers from the south of the Yangtze River. After looking at Wu Gou and photographing the entire corridor, no one understood it.
Don't say that the perch is worthy of praise. When the west wind blows, will the eagle return in season? Asking for fields and houses, fearing that he should be embarrassed to see you, Liu Lang is talented. It's a pity that the passing years, the sorrow and wind and rain, the trees are like this! Who is it? Call me for the red scarf and green sleeves, and find the hero's tears!
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The Four Immortal Swordsmen, Xuan Xiao and Murong Ziying, are an ancient fantasy.
In fact, this article is a supplement to the article I published two years ago...
When I wrote that, I wanted to write an article about Uncle Xiao's perspective. I had already thought of the name and wrote a short introduction of about 200 words. In the end, it was so confusing that I simply deleted it ╮(╯_╰)╭I suddenly thought of it again a while ago and quickly completed all the jokes. I thought about it all day and recalled the name at that time - well, I finally changed the title to a new orz
Poke me all over the langan
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