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Zeng and Zui at their first meeting in Jianghu Red Mansion after a long separation, the snow is falling I will wait for your return in front of the bottle It turned out to be the bitter and cold plum blossoms of the past I hope my old friend will return this spring The young master lives up to his former beauty Want to drink three hundred cups of red autumn Who are you willing to do in anger? The sword battlefield is my generation The number one scholar with a pen is the oiran