Jiang Chengzi can draw the eagle bow like the full moon, look northwest, and shoot at the wolf.
Jiang Chengzi looked at each other without saying anything, only a thousand lines of tears.
Jiangchengzi, the spring river is full of tears, endless flow, and many sorrows.
In Jiangchengzi, among the flowers, there seems to be the sound of horse hooves.
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Jiang Chengzi.
A dream for five years. This dream was shattered after all.