Cobwebs are scattered in the sky, and the beautiful lady's temples have become silk.
Who knows how many times prosperity can come in a dream, but a sad song?
The orchestra at the head of the Ningbi Pond is exquisite, and the two minds in Zhaoyang Palace are crazy.
Don't ask me, I have a great bond of life and death, when will I arrive in the south of the Yangtze River?
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