The rivers and lakes are far away, and the temples are empty. Recalling the past, swords fly and clothes are worn, but fighting is drunk and beautiful. The bright moon shines, the spring breeze blows on the threshold, and all the glory is captured for a while.
Although Guanshan is crossed, the snow is hard to come by. Zong Qingqing has hundreds of arms and thousands of hands, and her pulse is empty and dejected. The fairyland is lonely, the jade trees are few and far between, and there is no sadness or sadness.
Life is like a dream, twenty years pass by in a hurry. Now that old friends are here again, we can express our sincere feelings to each other. The sky in the south of Lingnan is long, and the emperor is outside the clouds, why not stay here leisurely.
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