Xiao Shiyilang - In late spring in March, the sheep rejoice and the grass grows, but the weather is cold. I ask who feeds the wolf. The world pities the sheep, but the wolf's heart is sad. The world's heart is unpredictable, and the world is like frost. The man of the Xiao family has been lonely for a long time, accompanied by pastoral songs, and has been in love for the whole life. He can't miss lovesickness.
The city walls are connected with pavilions for ten miles. The city is like a scene, the waves are like paintings, and the walls are connected to the sea and the sky.
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