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A little blue bird decided to set off on a journey, taking a compassionate and smiling golden Buddha statue with him.

You are the distant mountains in the spring of the world, and she is the worldly boundary that breaks branches into the painting; He laughs at me for not knowing that the building will collapse, and I laugh at his childish drunkenness when his country is ruined and his dynasty is destroyed; Even if my love is intense, I will only dare to kiss your sleeve. . . But you withered in my arms. When a young man who loves to sing unexpectedly discovers the secret history of the dynasty that has been sealed for thousands of years. . . Art is a disease, but love is an illusion. The poignancy and beauty cannot be fully painted in one stroke. The place with broken flowers is filled with sadness. A combination of Chinese and Western elements, the sneer of the country's subjugation is cold, and an unknown wild horse appears again in the tomb.