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... desolate. Even if I meet each other, I don't know, my face is full of dust, and my temples are like frost.
When the night comes, You Meng suddenly returns to the hometown, Xiaoxuan window, is dressing. Looking at each other silently, only a thousand lines of tears. Expected to be broken every year, the moonlit night, the short Songgang. "
The mid-autumn moon is full, and a round of autumn moon sheds golden waves, just like the bronze mirror that has just been polished, flying ...
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