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My Grandson is so Handsome
Realistic Fiction我孙子是真帅
Gentle Trojan
All in the wine, except you, gradually dissipated in the chess game. Whoever moves the chess piece moves his heart; I rush forward bravely, but you cannot get out of the palace; May you never forget the golden setting sun shrouded in gray mist on Qipan Mountain; Flying birds, singing cicadas, soldiers moving horses and artillery, chariots and soldiers and elephants; You only gave up wine, but I gave up everything; You take the red bridge, I cross the path of flowers and trees; One day, I will stagger and be unable to see; You are always far away, and I am buried in my hometown.
All in the wine, except you, gradually dissipated in the chess game. Whoever moves the chess piece moves his heart; I rush forward bravely, but you cannot get out of the palace; May you never forget the golden setting sun shrouded in gray mist on Qipan Mountain; Flying birds, singing cicadas, soldiers moving horses and artillery, chariots and soldiers and elephants; You only gave up wine, but I gave up everything; You take the red bridge, I cross the path of flowers and trees; One day, I will stagger and be unable to see; You are always far away, and I am buried in my hometown.
天蓬元帅不姓猪
Gentle Trojan
All in the wine, except you, gradually dissipated in the chess game. Whoever moves the chess piece moves his heart; I rush forward bravely, but you cannot get out of the palace; May you never forget the golden setting sun shrouded in gray mist on Qipan Mountain; Flying birds, singing cicadas, soldiers moving horses and artillery, chariots and soldiers and elephants; You only gave up wine, but I gave up everything; You take the red bridge, I cross the path of flowers and trees; One day, I will stagger and be unable to see; You are always far away, and I am buried in my hometown.
All in the wine, except you, gradually dissipated in the chess game. Whoever moves the chess piece moves his heart; I rush forward bravely, but you cannot get out of the palace; May you never forget the golden setting sun shrouded in gray mist on Qipan Mountain; Flying birds, singing cicadas, soldiers moving horses and artillery, chariots and soldiers and elephants; You only gave up wine, but I gave up everything; You take the red bridge, I cross the path of flowers and trees; One day, I will stagger and be unable to see; You are always far away, and I am buried in my hometown.