"Red lotuses grow on the snowy cliffs, and the children in the golden house have no home."
Ancient songs have no roots, autobiography sings thousands of miles of alleys in Cuidu.
Born in a golden house, died in a high wall.
——This is the writer of history!
The cursed soul gives birth to tenderness.
Who is crying and pampering the little girl?
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