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When we first met in the world, we sighed at the beauty of the mountains and rivers; the red face is easy to grow old, a drunken half of life. A song, melodious; a pair of hands, ten delicate fingers. Sing all the prosperity of the rivers and mountains, pick up the life of writing. She is a lonely soul in a different world, looking for support in the world. Who can go hand in hand with her and never give up? Who can cherish her heart and love her without any doubt? Is it him, is it him, or is it him? He said: I am in,...