The mountains and rivers that once existed, and the years that spanned ten miles, have all become nothing more than the rising sandalwood in the incense burner.
The beautiful mountains and rivers are just a gift to you.
For thousands of years, it is based on fame and wealth, blood and tears; the hegemony of mountains and rivers is based on the bones of wives and children, and is built on wandering and wandering.
The palace built in the prosperous age can only be broken overnight!
How easy is it to restore the country?
You have your pride, I have my resentments, and we have nothing to do with each other from now on!
I posted this on Tieba before. I wrote it a long time ago. Now it seems strange and novel. The post on Tieba has been deleted and has been slightly edited.
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