The ax at the waist is broken, watching the chess piece has decayed, and repairing the moon has been worn out.
If you don't cut and file the connected branches, there will be plenty of steel.
Not sparing the ape branches and crane nests, they are accustomed to erecting all the stone streams and mud slopes.
Still broken,
Famous reins and sharp locks,
Singing songs of love outside the clouds.
──"The Courtyard is Full of Fragrant Woodcutter"
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