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Cold Spring Hundreds and Hundreds Yu Cherish Desire Cherish Name Turn Red Branches Stream Same as Stream Yellow Night Fine Blow Clear Doubtful Flowers
Winter Color Birds Today Flowers Are Now Entering Almost Beautiful Thoughts Leaves Head Lian Jun Bian Dusk Comes Rain Flowers Morning Mind and Body Are Multiplied
Today, it's been a long time. It's a long time. It's a mountain picking fragrance. It's not three times. It's green. It's a play. It's a bamboo building. It's late. It's sending light. It's not pushing butterflies.
The ridge is not yet full of sound, the road is not prosperous, the grass can be picked in the autumn, the green leaves are appreciated, the leaves are flowing in the tent, the wind is fragrant, and the butterfly enters the gate.
Going back to singing and twittering, letting go, being dense, difficult, deep, climbing, playing with colors, watching the water, staying in the cold, staying warm, sleeping far away, watching the chaos
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