A thousand years of poetry wind, ghost soldiers as the empty pin.

诗界千年靡靡风，兵魂销尽国魂空。

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Mirs day with the wind, the ninety thousand rise directly to a high position.

大鹏一日同风起，扶摇直上九万里。

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Mirs day with the wind, the ninety thousand rise directly to a high position.

大鹏一日同风起，扶摇直上九万里。

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