Gone with the wind is gone with the wind.
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I wish I were younger.
In spring, the peach blossoms in Longhua bloom in those nights. When there are bloodstains, when there is no starlight, when the wind is blowing, listening to the widow's tears, this ancient land is always like a hungry beast licking the blood of the tenacious son of a young man, so in the long winter, a season of ice and snow, and an infinite drowsiness, these bloodstains burst open countless times in the dark night of the East and in the mythical night. I said: from the tomb hole in the suburbs