The wind and smoke are continuous, the new hills are green fields, and the small pool is drunk. Far away from the noise of the world, drink a pot of haggard. The old shadow inclined wall, now people are investigating, the choice is a pair. Heaven and earth are like dreams, falling from the setting sun. And at the end of the night, at the green mountain, the moon is as cool as water. The frog music falls leisurely, omitting how much flavor. Don't want to ride the wind, the sky is high and the building is cold, we sleep from greed. Will wake up the next day, some clear tears in front of the pillow.<br>
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