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A breeze blew by, blowing her skirt and hair. Xiangsi closed her bright eyes and felt the coolness brought to her by the wind. Suddenly, a butterfly danced and landed on the hem of her skirt. She opened her eyes gently and looked at the beautiful butterfly with a smile on her lips. Just when I was about to reach out and touch the butterfly, it flew away. She couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. But then he read a poem: "Zhuang Sheng was fascinated by butterflies in his dawn dream, and looked forward to the emperor's spring heart with cuckoos in his heart." As soon as she finished speaking, Xiangsi heard a man's voice: "What a sentence: Zhuang's body is full of dawn and dreams are fascinated by butterflies. I hope the emperor will be born in spring and support the cuckoo."