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Zhengqian Dynasty: Three Thousand Green Silks Dyed in the Frost of the Sun
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Categories: words and feelings
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[Pit, poke with caution] The past is like clouds, drifting with the wind. That year, the hill, that day between the water, then under the peach blossom tree, you and I set life, not envious of lovebirds, not envious of immortality, only promise to be accompanied by each other in this life, white head to old age. The war started, smoke filled the sky, in order to the world, become a king or a bandit, and ultimately can not avoid the river and mountain and the beauty of the two difficult all. "Choose the mountain, or choose me?" The golden palace, the splendor, but has been the face of the old...