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You said that swordsmen and swordsmen live forever, and then the lonely city is misty and rainy. Falling flowers, like the passage of time, kill with a faint smile. A beautiful family like a flower will eventually lose to the prosperous smile. You said Qingzuka guqin, and later the guqin became more and more popular. People, broken strings, prosperous river of forgetfulness. If you don't complain about your sorrow, you will eventually lose to Weiyang's bright eyes. Prosperity is gone, and he is finally defeated by the madness of the young master. You talk about fireworks and guqin, and then red clothes for thousands of years. In the world of mortals, time has passed away. The beautiful couple is like a flower, but ultimately lost to the frost in the lonely city. You said that the prosperity was gone and the incense was burned, but Jian Shang was distressed later. Ruthless, sword-stricken, love-stricken Mo Shang.

I am on this shore and you are on the other shore. We are both at the end of the world and yet so close at the same time. May you and I drink, get drunk, and be happy...

September in Nanxun has its own truth. With one Xiao and one sword, the business was settled, and he suffered from a crazy reputation for fifteen years. It is my lifelong ambition to write poems to express my feelings and to fight against the enemy with a sword.