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The red plum blossoms are lightly blooming, the shadows are cinnabar, and the fireworks are blurred for three generations. The beauty is all over the world just for your joy. Yan Liqing plays the dragon flute and waits for the ups and downs. During the three thousand prosperous years, the country is handed over, just for your peace. The wind is clear and the mist is raining on the red dust, and the tears are shed. The endless thoughts are like mist and rain, and the endless sighs are like the world of mortals. Dancing on a moonlit night, it's hard to hide every trace of sadness. How can one leave the deepest love? She wears light green makeup and looks like a paper sign. The heart is as thin as a cicada's wings. At the moment of regaining it, there was only a faint pain and a touch of emotion left. Who should have had the fate in this life? Who is destined to renew this life and the past life with whom? If you seek this life, where can you seek the next life?