The clouds in the sky are flying, blowing all the red and nowhere to find. Listening to the cicada, Fang Jueqiu has come out, and the window is sparse and smells the wind and mulberry.

Affectionate since ancient times, empty hatred, who enters the night with a thousand lights. A proud laugh returned to the house, and a sigh came and went.

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