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This is a drop of glittering pink tears sprinkled on the bamboo silk. Although it has dried, the mark reflects the infinite lovesickness and sadness, lingering and helplessness of the pure girl; it also reflects the yearning and pursuit, struggle and pain of the passionate young man; this is a peony of the motherland that has long withered; although it has become soil, But it carries the dreams and lamentations, luxury and prosperity of the past; it also carries the fragrant Chinese wind and honest national customs; it is a piece of resentful and clear flute music that lingers in the ears of the predecessors and resounds throughout the Central Plains; it inspires future generations to pursue the future with caution and to move forward bravely in the footsteps of the sages.