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lit. dusty snow in a troubled world
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Categories: words and feelings
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A beautiful as a picture, a self-love Qinghua. Looking back, a youthful splendor; seeing off, a period of youth buried, you look away from the mountains, the heart wall is locked; I stand alone, such as obsessed as a wandering. Sorrow, in whose zither music kneaded into a thousand heart knots? The moon is falling and the crows are crowing, and who is singing a thousand years of wind and frost? When a smile caused infatuation, destined to be entangled in the red dust to walk through. Deep in the lotus root flower, willow bank, the smoky and rainy platform is still a vast ocean.