My Name is Zhuxiao
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The sky is boundless, the sea is boundless, love and hate are boundless. Flowers are fate, the moon is fate, love and hatred are fate. Weak water melts ice and gives birth to life, The cuckoos are blooming and singing like cloud immortals. Even though God is kind, I am also heartless. Even if the land is righteous, I am also meaningless. Let me ask how to carve broken jade? It will take hundreds of years to sing and drink alone. What is the Tao?
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