Inscription: Beside the broken bridge outside the post office, I am lonely and without an owner. It is already dusk and I am sad alone, with more wind and rain.
There is no intention of struggling for spring, and once everyone is jealous. It fell into mud and was crushed into dust, but only the fragrance remained the same.
——Lu You's "Bu Shuzi. Ode to Plum Blossoms"
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