"The years have no trace, and the mountains and rivers are speechless. Passersby pass by like clouds of smoke, who knows that my daughter is sad and resentful?"
Watching the yellow dust billowing, I want to drink my horse and fight. There are always grudges between men, why should my daughter feel sad?
They all say that daughters are like water, and they all say that daughters are pitiful. Who knew that his daughter had a broken heart and lost half of his country? ! "
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