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magnificent
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Categories: words and feelings
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The jade tent is empty, the golden reed has stopped blowing, and the east wind has turned into a mistake. In the desert, in the sword rain, in the south of the river, she would like to be a flower beside him, guarding the exiled man. The prosperity is over, she is his snow in an oil paper umbrella; Jingge Tiema, she is his hands of the three-foot sharp sword. When he used his crippled body to carry the whole world's bloody storm, she was also behind that nanmu wheelchair, never leaving. Ma...