Worried, beads on the forehead, strung on the top of the hair, magnificent crystal blue, the lake is beautiful, and the feather fir boy is hanging down his hand, sonorous changes.

"The crows have been chaotic, the city is deserted, and the lights are not seen when they come."

The temple hall is solemn, the buildings are warped, the bluestone ground is wide, Zhong Libi washes a white coat, "You are admitting it, a city in ruins for a hundred years." Sigh the journey to the homeland, and remember the former degree. ”

The vicissitudes of time, the standing dynasty, the wasteland and the old land.

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