The leaves of the sycamore trees have fallen, it's autumn again; it has been raining in Cangshan for more than several years
The past is here, praise the merits
But I only know the old scenery, but I don't see my old friends returning.
Is it a butterfly dreaming of Zhuang Zhou, or is it Zhuang Zhou dreaming of a butterfly?
The drizzle of loquats lasts for a long time, and I hope that the people in the prosperous age will be safe.
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The size is variable, it depends on the specific situation.
The fictitious dynasty has nothing to do with the historical setting. Readers are welcome to correct me.
Intention: People can have feelings but not selflessness. Love and freedom are never an alternative.