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The bamboos in the green and winter seasons are still so vigorous and green
The young master in the pavilion still has that cold face
Holding the phoenix in hand, cut me like a string
The sound of the strings tangles around the fingers
Looking out at the snowy sky
[Thunder Thunder Giant Thunder Pit]
Short story, tragedy, thunder rolling.
The heroine always thought she was a man, after all, she is a cute and cute clown fish (●'?'●)
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