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A castle near the withered willow pool was empty, and Nagato's chariots and horses were in a hurry.
Leave a banquet, the wine is cold and sorrowful, and the dream lights are bright and drunk.
The mood stays with the crane all night, and the sunset ravine is sent back to Hong.
This body has long been used to falling, fearless of the west and the east.
Secondly,
The grass withers and people think, and poetry is sung on a snowy night for ten years.
All the flowers bloom after the plum blossom, but no wine can hurt the setting moon.
I was jealous of Wang Qiang's eyebrows, but suddenly I felt sad for Pan Yue's temple.
Ruthlessness is the best thing in the west. Do you know how to recall your hometown?