by ajimita, (score_9,score_8_up,score_7_up,score_6_up,score_5_up), ancient chinese style, The autumn scenery here at the frontier is unique; the wild geese of Hengyang fly away without a second thought. The sounds of the borderlands rise with the horns; amidst a thousand ridges, the long smoke and setting sun cast a solitary city in shadow. A cup of thick wine, and my home is thousands of miles away; the monument of Yanran is yet to be inscribed, and there's no plan for my return. The Qiang flute plays a melancholic tune, frost covers the ground, and sleep eludes me; the general's hair has turned white, and the soldiers' tears flow

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