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There is snow in the swamp forests in the south, snow in the north, tidal waves in the east city and sand in the west, clouds and mist from heaven enter the underworld, and the sword fairy in Zhongzhou rises. Life and death battles again and again, whether to face it or to escape. It is the sadness in the corner of the poet's eyes, the sword in the swordsman's waist, the heroism of a hundred thousand souls dying together, or the bloody lesson. Now, let's turn your and my stories into lonely shadows under the moon. We don't talk about life and death, nor the romance, but only about the rivers and lakes...