The sky is thousands of miles away and the autumn is clear, and the water goes with the sky and the autumn is boundless. The eyes are far away, offering sorrow and hatred, jade hairpin and snail bun. The sunset above the building, in the sound of broken bells, wanderers from the south of the Yangtze River. After looking at Wu Gou and photographing the entire corridor, no one understood it.
Don't say that the perch is worthy of praise. When the west wind blows, will the eagle return in season? Asking for fields and houses, fearing that he should be embarrassed to see you, Liu Lang is talented. It's a pity that the passing years, the sorrow and wind and rain, the trees are like this! Who is it? Call me for the red scarf and green sleeves, and find the hero's tears!
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