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The hills overlap, the golden light disappears, and the clouds on the temples want to reach the fragrant snow on the cheeks. Too lazy to paint my eyebrows, too late to put on makeup and wash up.
Looking at the flowers in the front and rear mirrors, the flowers complement each other, the new posts are embroidered with ruffles, and there are pairs of golden partridges.
---Wen Tingyun's "Bodhisattva Man"
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