"Wind blocking in the north of Songzi River"
The wind of the river hasn't stopped for a long time, and the rain of the mountains still appears.
Huge waves rise in the end of the world, and the cold water condenses on the river.
Worry about people's tiredness, rural affairs tired morning.
It's terrible to hear a bosom friend from afar. It's true that you can't bury him.
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