Winter snow.
Mobei, Uliasutai
The rest of the night is coming to an end, and the incense in my heart has turned to ashes.
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There are only a few figures in history books for a story that has gone back and forth: In Yihai, in early December, the Turks attacked at night, and Gu Xueyi died in the battle.
The sound of the piano is still echoing in the long valley, Yueyao, after summer there is still autumn, after autumn there is still winter, and there are countless days and nights. Life is so long, it seems that it will never come to an end...
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