That year, when the wind and moon were blowing, Heng Yue dressed in a green shirt and rode up on horseback. He looked back and smiled: "Zi Ji, you are too slow, you are too slow again..."
That year, the flowers bloomed in Qingping, the young man was honest and honest, the girl was naive, they met for the first time, and they were lingering for the rest of their lives...
That year Chang'an was prosperous, the Taoist priest was elegant, the monk was handsome and speechless, their eyes met, destined to last for a thousand years...
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Purpose: Love the country, love the family, repay the country, love freely