In the scorching desert, when will we meet? When will we arrive at the rolling snow-capped mountains? I see that company is short and parting is long, but I don't know who is reciting the poem? How can one enjoy long life with its majestic palace walls? How can the deep pool of water not be young? I see that the scorching sun is short and the dusk is long, but who knows who is sighing? I just say that missing each other is painful and meeting each other is difficult. Qu Dao also saw the young man's majestic appearance, sealing the wolf as a cub, and drinking from the vast sea of horses. Note: less romance, more war
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