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Above the white clouds and under the sky, the snow palace is desolate. Among the clouds and mist, outside the palace gate, on the top of the mountain is Ling Ran. Above the imperial power and below the Martial Lord, all the disciples are pious. Between the mountains and rivers, among the ranks, the affairs of the world are like a chess game. Before the hand rises, after the knife falls, tears and blood are hatred. To the right of a gentleman, to the left of a beautiful woman, with the wrist raised and the hand raised is happiness. On the side of the goshawk, at the bottom of the abyss, leaping is rebellion. Thousands of years ago, ten years later, meeting again is love.