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The sea of people is vast, and it is difficult to achieve it, like the tide of ups and downs.

The morning dew is the red thread, and the stars are hanging from afar.

The cold wind stains the clothes and walks, and the long road is long and lonely.

I don't know how to know Qing when I am young, and I have empty tears after the old age.

The spring breeze is mourning China, but it is difficult to eliminate my feelings.

The beautiful woman is standing up, but the fate is shallow and scattered.

Red dust is unpredictable, and the destiny is unpredictable.

The three thousand clouds are strange, and the recklessness passes with the wind.

When I first saw Yi, I was ignorant, and I smiled again at the vicissitudes of life.

The four seasons turn and the leaves wither, and the figure is still one as before.

The autumn wind swept up the past, and I refused to go alone.

I still remember that it was like a scene, and I didn't understand the hearts of Yiren.

The appearance is only smiling, and the black silk is like a waterfall.

2 October 2017

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