The setting moon drifts away, the clouds and mist fly lightly, the curtain covers the face of music and dew, the lost city is cherished by the soul, and the old castle exhales and sighs. Yesterday, when we were fighting in the red desert, we saw the sky covered with black sand, the wind suddenly picked up and our swords were on the verge of war, but the clouds disappeared under our bright eyes.
Decorating your head with a flower crown, looking out the window, the rhythm of the south of the Yangtze River reflects your thoughts, the grass in the garden is lying on the ground, and the water waves are gently moving around. In front of each other, we prayed for eternity, and even though we were able to cross the marsh together, the sound of paddling was as sad as a song.
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