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People are long frost Montreal, insomnia, general white hair Yukio tears, this is a true portrayal of the ancient soldiers frontiers of life.

Although today we do not know the melody, but should be able to imagine it's sad and miserable. In ancient times, is not only the expression of the officers and men of the frontier homesickness in the flute, is in the wandering wandering, but also with the flute recounting their feelings of homesickness. Whose Yudi dark fly sound, scattered into the spring over Los angeles. The nocturne smelled willow, who can not afford home feeling. If in the frontier, and the horses and the moon together, hand in hand, and brushes, so lonely, desolate, bloody frontier life suffocating.

So in the bustling downtown, there is a wine company, entertainment setups, poetry accompanied by life will let people yearning.

But far from hometown poet, have their own emotions, another kind of loneliness. He looked at the moon, listen to the song of parting willow tunes, recalling his childhood home of the distant west, still miss his boyhood Bashu landscape, we do not have known, but his melancholy feeling of homesickness, but clearly presented in front of us. A melancholy "song, not only impressed the poet, also entered the hearts of everyone, this is the charm of the millennium.

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