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unrelenting knife
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Categories: knight-errant
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At dusk, a man sings a wandering song under the setting sun: Autumn wind rises, autumn grass is yellow. The sun is buried in the sand. The crows return, the geese fly south. The shepherd looks back; the sky is vast. O wanderer! I want to go back to my hometown, where the grass grows. There, the mountains are blue and the water is long. ......