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lit. purple phoenix hairpin
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Categories: immortal chivalry
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The weather in late fall, a sloppy scene. Golden-colored leaves, pieces from the treetops fall, some floating far away, some gently fall on the ground, quietly without a sound. In the west wind, a touch of blood red sunset, sprinkled in this ancient road. There is no one on the ancient road is silent, only the setting sun, the west wind: austere, depressed, withered leaves. There are also more than ten plants near and far...