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It's spring again. Zhou Mei gave birth to the child successfully. The child was healthy and cute. She held the child and went to see Teacher Luo. Teacher Luo's tomb was covered with rapeseed flowers. I remember that year, she was only 17 years old, and the rapeseed flowers in front of her door were also growing so luxuriantly. Teacher Luo made a wreath for her to wear on her head. Now, like Teacher Luo back then, she wove a wreath for him and placed it in front of his tomb.
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