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"Water Dragon's Song: Wind and Smoke"

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The remaining leaves of the willows, the thorny wind and the slanting rain, the tears and eyes are devastated.

The ink blooms with acacia, the moon in the pond is bright, how to comfort each other.

A pool of green pings is broken, the flies are frightened, the wind is blowing, and it will be sleepy.

The fog penetrates the sand and vermilion pear white, thousands of jun hangs, and Ning moves the old base.

Sleeping in the open and eating, the gold attacks the Xuanzhi, and the arbor is wasted.

The river is blocked, the grass is weeping, and the glitz is destroyed.

Ling Feng smoke, longitudinal needles lead thousands of acres of snow, and the sky and moon return alone.

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"The Moment of the Phoenix's Yin"

The willows support the wind, and the broken Qiong walks all over,

How to grow a pavilion feast in a thousand thoughts.

Sorrow and joy are full, and the glitz is full,

In the past, the rain hit the eaves, the macro stars fell, and the twilight curtains were weaved.

The old silk bamboo fell into the orchestra,

At the end of the song, people are scattered.

Xuanshi green mound, deciduous jade field,

Painting the Hook Angle Bamboo Yang Palace.

The red and green past, the lead is in full swing,

The liver and gallbladder are hanging, and the snow is stacked with pears, reflecting the vicissitudes of the river.

Gu Bumo's fragrant and fragrant volume,

Yuze clouds.

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"Wanyan Xiaoxiang"

I can't forget, by the side of the ancient road,

The willows blow the smoke from the snowdrift.

Under the eaves, in front of the rain curtain,

Your umbrella leaves a trail of thoughts.

Looking back on the past 100 years,

Falling Swallow,

disturbed the strings,

Stir your pale face.

Flip through the long scroll,

Gaze into your intoxicating eyes.

Short-term raindrops,

Dye it into a piece,

on rice paper,

Hide the ripple in the center of the eyebrows.

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"The Resentment of the Long Pavilion: The Nostalgia of the Book"

Tuanyue purple sand guards the west road, frost and snow mo, and the north wave tip.

Ge Zhou sinks in the waves, and the beacon fire wolf sleeps in Qiantian.

The sky floats, waving the past, drinking and hating the Chu River.

In ancient times, Qin Huaifeng did not stop, and the robe was broken and the sword was broken.

Red lotus, the word dyed and embroidered Luo skirt, the branch shadow mottled and barren scroll.

The moon is flowing in the blue, and the copper kettle caresses the weeping poplars.

He Xian Xian is in the Thousand Autumn Realm, but not the vermilion and blue tile hall.

The curtain rain moves, the curtain shadow rainbow, telling the eternal frivolity. \

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