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长鲸梦落剑锋微白
Kuifeng Qiwu
A long song makes one cry, a long roar makes one drunk. The long whale dream falls, and the long night is coming. The water in the Tang Dynasty is swaying in the wine glass, and the name of the banished immortal has risen into the sky. Li Bai was drunk in the prosperous age. The sky is raging with flames of war, and the territory is stained with blood. When nothing could be done, one hand calmed the sword energy of the Tang Dynasty, and the willows were dark and the flowers were bright at the top of the war. Shen is always drunk and destined to be homeless. Taibai and Changzui met in a dream and ended in a dream. There are many dreams, joy and sorrow, just because in the real Tang Dynasty, there is no name for being drunk. Love destined to be vain has warmth because of the feeling of pain. On a cold snowy night, high up in Chang'an, they drank together for the last time. "Changzui, thank you for coming to my dreamland." Boating at the mouth of the river, the mountains and rivers were bright, and she staggered towards Li Bai, who was exiled to Yelang. However, in reality, he could no longer touch her forehead. Dancing the sword under the moonlight, the banished immortal looked back and saw that he actually looked like a young man. The edge of his sword has been stained with the faint white light of dawn. "Long drunk, the wind is blowing."
A long song makes one cry, a long roar makes one drunk. The long whale dream falls, and the long night is coming. The water in the Tang Dynasty is swaying in the wine glass, and the name of the banished immortal has risen into the sky. Li Bai was drunk in the prosperous age. The sky is raging with flames of war, and the territory is stained with blood. When nothing could be done, one hand calmed the sword energy of the Tang Dynasty, and the willows were dark and the flowers were bright at the top of the war. Shen is always drunk and destined to be homeless. Taibai and Changzui met in a dream and ended in a dream. There are many dreams, joy and sorrow, just because in the real Tang Dynasty, there is no name for being drunk. Love destined to be vain has warmth because of the feeling of pain. On a cold snowy night, high up in Chang'an, they drank together for the last time. "Changzui, thank you for coming to my dreamland." Boating at the mouth of the river, the mountains and rivers were bright, and she staggered towards Li Bai, who was exiled to Yelang. However, in reality, he could no longer touch her forehead. Dancing the sword under the moonlight, the banished immortal looked back and saw that he actually looked like a young man. The edge of his sword has been stained with the faint white light of dawn. "Long drunk, the wind is blowing."