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When we meet, we are like pods gathering in the shallows; when we say goodbye, we reveal a heavy wet green shirt.
The east wind has exhausted its power, and it is difficult for the trees to stand, and all the flowers beside the Taiye Pond are gone.
The journey to Yaoshan Mountain is not a long one, and the silver fish hidden in it will send you a message.
The blue bird frequently and diligently looks around, and the traces of dew are still stained with tear stains.
Intention: If you make a mistake, you will regret it forever, and if you look back, it will be a hundred years later.