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The pear blossoms and thousands of trees are wounded by the snow, and one person stands beside the moon with a white head. After reading all the flowers in the world, I am not as sad as a fairy. "The Strange Emperor" spent his whole life galloping on the battlefield, covered with illnesses and wounds, for whom, galloping on horseback to triumph, climbing high to look around, thousands of candlelights, the wind is rustling and the water is cold, the king has become, where are you? In the suburbs of the city and state, I was crazy about you, galloped on the battlefield, made meritorious deeds, the emperor's career has been completed, where are you, there should be three thousand beauties! But be a different emperor!