When I dreamed of it, there was a family outside the Qingshan Mountains, and we met each other on the street. There are many shadows of flowers, and we know each other without words. The rivers and lakes are fighting, and they are separated by the world. I know that the peach blossoms in the south of the Yangtze River are dancing, and we can conquer the world together. The entanglement of grievances and grudges are so close and far apart. Eventually the flowers fall and are nowhere to be found.
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Jiang Hu Ling "Li Se Chu Chu Crossing the Sichuan"
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