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The swordsman wishes to hide his secret love in his life. The mountains and rivers are beautiful and the lotus waves are infinite. The edge is stained with blood. Still see the East River. Looking at the beacon smoke. We have not seen each other for thousands of miles. The dragon is dancing in the sky. The long sword is in love. The crimson dust is An Zhujun. Ten years of troubled times in Anbang, good country, thousands of books, hidden fame, unwilling to be ashamed, I hope that history will be lenient, I owe you a piece of love, time will not change, how can I complain in this life, and watch the rivers and lakes change over the years, looking back at the short life of Buddhism