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A 10-mile pavilion covered in frost, what was the age of black silk and white hair? I have no regrets in this life, the next life has the fate of moving, the smiling face like a flower, like water, how to entangle? The feeling was thick and misty, and the love was weak. He was dancing in the Pangshan Mountains.

Outside the city, at the 10 Li Slope, in the octagonal pavilion