"Nian Nujiao, Clear the Dust"

Clear the dust, see the cloud mountain scene, and the passenger boat is late.

Thousands of miles away in the sky, so the tune plucks the strings.

The autumn breeze is sassy, and a few people have seen it, and Fangying is shaking a red umbrella.

The smoke is like weaving, and the purple platform is confined to the Cui Pavilion.

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Looking at the end of the cape, sleeping on the piano pillow, separated from the heart.

The leaves fall and there are many different things, and thousands of stacks of apricots are bright.

After thinking about it, looking back, Lan Meng was still immortal.

The appointment is long, and the moon is still sighing and looking forward to it.

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