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Please forgive me for the inconvenience caused by writing a book for the first time. )
Starry sky, full moon and melodious flute played farewell songs, but the night sky reflected endless hesitation.
Willow leaves glistened with cold light, and dew dripped down the leaves. Reflect the shadow of a huge wall.
Tang San sat on the head of Jialing Guancheng, and the black pipe in his mouth poured out to perform. At this moment, although the war has been won, sadness is the main theme. Eyes, looking at the mountain forest under the city head. Master, Qian and Hu Lianna bowed down in front of Bibidong's tomb, surrounded by heavy security.
At this moment, the tears on their faces have not dried.
Before Jialing Pass, the God of Luo Cha fell, the throne of angels was broken, and the silent air was not stirred, as if everything was silent with the flute.
Gently put down the clarinet in his hand, Tang Sanyou said, "Look for it, it's lonely and sad. It's the hardest to stop breathing when it's warm and cold. Three glasses of light wine, how can you beat him? If you come late, you will be anxious! Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance. Yellow flowers were piled all over the floor, withered and damaged. Who can pick them now? Looking out the window, how can you be black alone! Indus is drizzling, and at dusk, it is falling. This time, what a sad sentence. "
The previous generation's poem "Slow Voice" describes the feeling at this moment. ...