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There is rain outside the window, and it turns warm and cold at first. The spring breeze blows slantingly and the rain drifts. In the dream, it is hard to let go of my lovesickness, and it is difficult to express it every time. Looking into the distance between water and clouds, they are crushed into dust and smoke, The shadows on the sparkling blue water are pitiful. One finger of the flowing glass hurt the ground, and the candle was broken. --Xi Yu