+ What I am waiting for is not my return, but my dream of fighting and iron horses. Meng Duan (Xu Wei) Meng Duan: Thunder breaks the screen window in the middle of the night, and the flowers fall and bloom again. Yuyang Road is far away and it is difficult to send letters, and Hengyue Mountain is high and the moon cannot come. Xuanyan wears the embroidered door with love, but the turtle should not wish for the golden cup. If life is long and relative, fireflies give birth to tobacco and turn into ashes.
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