Cheng Keshu began to sing, her voice was slightly sad, and the melody was melodious, just like the sunset in the Western Mountains, old friends saying goodbye, outside the long pavilion, beside the ancient road, the green grass stretched to the sky, the evening wind blew the willow flute, the sunset outside the mountain, the end of the mountain and the sky, the earth In the corner of the world, acquaintances are half scattered. Life is rarely full of reunions, but there are many separations....
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