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"If there really is a soul in this world, then I hope you can come to my dream and let me see you more." Let's use a little poem to metaphor them: The green glaze is as green as the sky, and when you smell the light pink flowers, there are still independent branches of slender damselflies. There is a woman in the book who has a face like jade, her eyebrows are as curved as the crescent moon, and her smile is as beautiful as a peach blossom face. Blowing the trumpet and dreaming of returning to the camp thousands of miles away, the flowers in the pan are so short-lived that they are shattered into pieces. How can I cry alone till dawn? The wind is blowing and the clouds are relaxing, the yellow beams are ripe in dreams, the wine is filling my heart with sadness, I am enjoying life and am alone and drunk.