There are endless green peaches in Bitaowu, and there are various villas.
The colorful clouds in the clear moon are falling like dust, and the haze in the desert is waiting for anyone to return.
The temple is high, the rivers and lakes are far away, and there is nothing to hope for in life.
Looking for traces of my hometown, laughing side by side as children play with yellow dogs by the stream.
Four words and three beats - "Someone is Coming to the Immortal Crossing"
"The sun and moon grow long in the Qiankun pot"
The Jianghu Revealed Strategy - "Smart Egg An Zhen"
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