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Outside the green poplar smoke, the morning light is cold, and the red apricot branches are full of spring. The growth of floating life makes people hate the lack of joy. Kenai Qianjin smiled lightly. I hold wine for you to persuade the setting sun, and leave the evening light among the flowers.
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