The desert is full of yellow sand, and the time is fleeting.
Kunlun Snowy Area, deep in Cangshan Mountain.
The priest in white traveled around the Western Regions, and was finally obsessed with the woman in red. She is the cinnabar that cannot be wiped away from his heart, but he is the sharp sword destined for her.
He said he would take her away, but she disappeared from his life before him. From then on, searching became the whole point of his life.
Like that Hanlin bird, it only roosts twice a day.
Like a fish swimming in Sichuan, he compares his eyes to the road analysis.
The spring breeze comes, and the morning slips through the eaves.
When do I forget to sleep, my worries accumulate day by day.
The common people sometimes decline, but Zhuang Fou can still be attacked.
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