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The smoke and clouds dispersed and drifted away in the wind; how much sorrow could there have been in the misty sky? The mountains are stacked on top of each other, and the crags compete with each other. Spring and Autumn are eternal, and the sycamore feathers are rustling in the face; butterflies love flowers, and flowers follow butterflies. They are inextricably linked, and when autumn comes, they shed tears. Yaxing is a wisp of melancholy in the ink marks, wandering in the study room filled with the fragrance of flowers, intoxicating and silently fragrant. You like elegant manners, sniffing the petals of gardenia, and sucking in the beauty and fragrance of nature. Little do you know that the seeds of gardenia have already floated into the blue sky with the wind, whirling around, and quietly falling on the water in the center of the soul pool, creating layers of ripples. However, when the refreshing fragrance of gardenia is openly declared to be poisonous wine that is strictly prohibited; when the jade that must be guarded with life is denounced as a fake by Dazhao, what calls you at that moment is only the undecorated blade that has been lying on the table for a long time, and the fragrance of gardenia in the center of the soul that has been with you all your life. Just waiting to be cut through, there is no need to cover the ears and eyes.