A new song and a glass of wine. The weather is the same as last year. How many people return when the sun sets? Helplessly, the flowers fell away, and the familiar swallows returned, and the fragrant path in the small garden wandered alone.
——Yan Shu "Huanxi Sand"
I don't know why I want to write an article like this. Sad, I guess.
That history has been tampered with a bit. Don't know why.
I saw Fan Li's old age, like an eagle that brightens the sky.
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Resentment ~ Strong B4 Comrades who have seen it but don't write reviews
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