If you want to climb a thousand miles, the clouds will lock Hengyang Road low, and the fish book will not be unfounded. This time, you have to write a poem about sad autumn. It's really hard to look back at the western hills and live alone in the world. My husband has tears, but he has never touched the sad place!

From Kunqu Opera "Lin Chong Running at Night"

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