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An old, broken drum that cannot be struck again. The writings on the porcelain were washed away by wind and r…

An old, broken drum that cannot be struck again. The writings on the porcelain were washed away by wind and rain. People swore allegiance to one another here to guard the Yellow River against enemies from the north. When the water is disturbed, the drums roll. When the drums rolled, the allies came. Several years ago, the drum rolls reached Kaifeng, but no one in Kaifeng answered the call. The promise was not kept, and they only had themselves in times of danger.

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