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They, or elegant and elegant, or cold dust and haze, or wind flow banter, or cold eyebrow iron. And she, only in the burning red dust, alone, with the flow. In the desperate situation, she inscribed above the wall, with him, only to do forever. "If you know three thousand weak water, a scoop to wash white head. Half a lifetime of frivolous customers, half a lifetime of the fountain marquee." If after a thousand years, I come back to the moon, who will still want to fly flowers with me and full sleeves?