The sky is blue and the clouds are at the sunset peak, and the green heart and red sword are buried in it.
I heard that the iron flute is as cold as wine, carrying the snow thousands of miles into my dream.
A long time later, he transformed into Black Feather and Hen Changfeng and said: Brother Xiao, I hope that the next time I come back, it will be a perfect life and death.
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