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Recalling the flute on the Phoenix stage
The sound of the piano is faint, the sword is sharp, who knows the things in ancient times.
The fierce sword burns out, and the disaster begins.
Life and death are difficult and lonely, and when people leave, it is miserable.
As a young man, I was walking alone on the top of Kunlun Mountain.
Mo Yi, with his sword in the world, I am lucky to be acquainted with everyone, and the moonlight is dark.
Although Tianyong is far away from the city, I still remember my teacher's kindness.
The floating lantern shines brightly for a day, but when the string is broken, the world changes.
Look at this evening, the flames are burning and the Nirvana is reborn.
——Copywriting from: Canglan Literary Society Mu Yan