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Bright moonlight before my bed; I suppose it is frost on the ground. A small boat drifts on the river of time,…

Bright moonlight before my bed; I suppose it is frost on the ground. A small boat drifts on the river of time, passing through the heavenly gates and the war drums of Yuyang. You witnessed the ever-lit Chang'an turn into scorched earth in an instant, leaving only desolation echoing in the winds of history.

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