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... ale voice singing on a small boat in the middle of the river, “Reflecting the green-jade palace, the magnificent Luo River rushing over the empty space at the end of the military camp, winking its eyes over the glory, riches and honor. Why should one always dream of the tree branch of the south?”
The song was moving and sad, very touching, brimming with sorrow and helplessness, floating above the distant water of the Luo River. This late at night, the outward emotion made one’s thoughts wa ...
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