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The red candle is a little drunk, the green lamp is drunk, and the gold scale picks up the cloud makeup. When I look back, I am sure that I will be destined for the rest of my life. When the moon shines on the river, everyone looks like jade. It is pity that the jade woman is a woman. Even more sighing, the charming face is like a picture, and the soul disappears in one day. Don't ask where to go, I will always be infatuated and melancholy. Dancing in love, whose waist is thin? The chivalrous bones are willing to twist the fingers, abandon the green front, old hatred and new hatred. When it falls into the dust, the clouds and smoke dissipate, and the history of history must mourn.