Recalling the plum blossoms, I went to Xizhou, folded them and sent them to the north of the Yangtze River.
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The south wind knows my wishes and blows my dreams to Xizhou.
After waiting for so long, she still couldn't wait for the snow in Yandu, nor did she wait for the person who belonged to her.
Chang Ye has seen the beautiful scenery of thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, but nothing can compare to Chang'an's smile in the dark night.
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