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Mu MoqianxinAncient Romance37k Wordsongoing
Kong Ling Wu The fragrance disappears and the jade dies, the autumn is cold The sleeves are dancing in the sky, and the Zen yarn is lingering Relying on others' advice and combing tears When it turns into a butterfly, the moon is intoxicating. Flowers die, flowers die, one autumn leaf One Qinquan, three kinds one by one The scab cannot be removed, the dust has not been broken, but the beautiful clothes sing Whether you think about it or not, the second lotus begins to bloom, day by day,
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