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The story of the jade dripping and the remaining flowers, the thin moon silently peeks into the old story Moss marks spread over the bamboo branches, lamp shadows are broken, and sandalwood smoke falls Red sleeves with thousand-year wind stains The waves of the river give rise to the Wuyue River, and the ancient moon still hangs over Xizi'er The crow of partridges breaks through the autumn of Moling, the stars recede, and the frost front stops In the sound of many vicissitudes of life