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The wind below you carries the clouds, and the sky shines through the clouds.
This jade pendant expresses purity, while the sun and moon hide in shame and go alone.
The infinite spring breeze produces green eyebrows, and the sound of bells can be heard far away across the moraine.
My heart is mysterious and far away, but egrets are flying here, and the long river is not clear enough to wash away its fragrance.
How can I be jealous that the beauty is like a painting, the rain of flowers is light
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