Singing the Li song "Tang Di farewell", drunken fools dream of butterflies. We don't know the shape and shadow, and we will always be together. The wind builds the pavilion, the clouds are solitary, and the thousands of empty mountains are filled with birds.
In a blink of an eye, the green hair turns into white snow, and the ragged catkins are buried in the treasure box. The time is full of fantasy and joy, the wind is blowing, the moon is missing, and the dawn is exhausted.
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