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... to get wet, finally began to agree with the ghostly weather that Cui Yuanyang scolded at the beginning.
It rains a lot during the Ching Ming Festival, poets can narrate leisurely, but when you are a passerby on the road, you will naturally only scold your mother. What's more, this is still a long journey, and the journey will take a long time, not to visit relatives in the next village.
It was so inconvenient to go out in ancient times, so whenever we parted, countless ancient ...
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