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Hairpin from the Window Sill
The year when Laohuai was struck down by lightning, he sawed open the tree stump and found a copper hairpin embedded in the growth rings - the one he pinned to her temple when he left home. Counting the growth rings, it was exactly what she had buried while waiting for him in the seventh year. The tree is dead and the person is dead. Only the strand of black hair wrapped around the copper hairpin is still as black as when we first saw it. He buried the hairpin back to its original place and whis
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Postal Romance
Mario, a fisherman who didn't like the sea, became a postman on the island, delivering letters to the exiled poet Neruda, and became obsessed with poetry. He expressed his love to his sweetheart in poetry, and Neruda and his wife proved that they finally got married. After the poet left, Mario continued to write poems and wanted to recite them at a workers' rally, but his poems brought him trouble and he suffered an accident.
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Record of the Same Boat on the Cold River
Crossing the cold river at night, he held a lone boat, and the wind and snow on both sides were like knives. She stood on the bow of the boat and said she was going to find her lost friend. Over the years, he had ferried countless passengers, but she took the same boat back and forth—and returned empty-handed each time. One time when the storm was at its worst, she finally sat in the cabin to keep warm and asked softly: "Do you know that the person I am looking for is on the boat?" His hand hold
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Baiwu's Sustenance
She drew ninety-nine portraits of him, but she could never get the facial features right—every time she started writing, her memory became blurry. When the last painting was completed, the person in the painting smiled at her: "You have forgotten, I am the painting spirit. Every time you paint a picture, I will pay off an old debt for you." She suddenly realized it and asked in a trembling voice: "What is the last debt?" The painting spirit pointed to the snow outside the window: "Forget me."
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Rest of Old Stories in Xiaolou
The night rain knocked on the window, and she was sitting alone in the small building on the mountain. The wind chimes in the corner of the eaves rang softly, as if they were urging him to leave in the old year. In the sound of rain, I could hear the sound of horse hooves coming from far away - when I opened the door, I saw nothing but empty mountains and wet mist. She moved the lamp to the window, fearing that he would not be able to see the way when he returned. When the rain stopped in the mo
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Nowhere to Find in the Mountains
He carried an old lantern and illuminated every rock crevice in the mountains and fields. The villagers laughed at him as crazy: "Things that have been lost for thirty years have turned to dust long ago." He only shook his head: "She lost a shoe when she left. If she didn't find it, she would be lame in the next life." One night, the wind blew and the lantern fell into the deep stream. He chased it down and saw an embroidered shoe that had become rusty and turned into mud lying next to the withe
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Talk About Painting a Pond on a Snowy Night
He became obsessed with painting plum blossoms, and everyone thought he was crazy. That snowy night, he only painted a picture of a dark plum blossom, but he refused to finish the last petal. When asked why, he only smiled: "Wait for someone to see it." Thirty years later, the white-haired old woman passed by the painting stall, stared at the unfinished plum painting for a long time, raised her hand a little - the last petal bloomed on the paper. He raised his head in shock, tears falling like s
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Just Sing a Little Tune
The stage was empty. After singing her last performance, she took off her pearls and green clothes, but she couldn't take off the dust on her lapel. The cup of tea left alone for him in the audience has long since cooled down. I remember he said, "When you finish this play, I will redeem your freedom." Now the song has ended and everyone has dispersed, leaving only the echo in the empty corridor. She folded the sleeves and put them at the bottom of the box, like burying an unfinished scene. When
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After Sitting in the Pool
Under the ancient locust tree, he sat alone for nine hundred spring and autumn years. It is said that gathering dew from all four seasons can summon the souls of the dead. He tries every year and fails every year. One day, the wandering monk passed by and sighed: "It's not you who missed it, but she didn't want to come back." He stroked the withered bottle of morning dew and suddenly smiled: "Then wait. When the time comes, when the tree also remembers the name she buried here with her own hands
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Under the Old Eaves of Tingzhou
New mud is added to the old nest under the eaves, and the swallows return in pairs. She leaned against the door and counted for twelve years, but the person she was waiting for never appeared at the entrance of Qingshi Alley. Yan Yu is particularly noisy this year, as if he is urging something. In the dusk, someone slowly walked into the rain curtain carrying an old luggage - it was the young man who broke the willows to say goodbye. She wanted to speak, but pointed at the beams and murmured: "L
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Listen to the Snowy Night with Cold Lights
On a cold rainy night, she guarded an empty courtyard, writing and tearing up the past. The honey date she had promised had long since disappeared, and only the candlelight accompanied her from spring to snow. When the maple leaves bid farewell and the courtyard is covered with moss, she finally understands - it's not that the lights don't go out, but that people don't want to wake up. After writing all the songs, my heart is still tired.
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Thirty Years in Volume
Before he died, he opened the dusty "Red Dust". The yellowed pages recorded the Peach Blossom Crossing where he first met her, the thirty-six moonsets they watched side by side, and the half of her unfinished sentence when they said goodbye for the last time. The ink stains came to an abrupt end in the autumn of a certain year, but in the blank space there was an unfamiliar line of clear regular script - "I was afraid that you would forget, so I renewed it for you for thirty years." It turned ou
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Drizzle Ripples Perm
The drizzle has just stopped, and the tips of the leaves in the lotus pond have just broken through the water. She stood at the end of the bridge and looked at the faint green timidly poking out of the spring mud. He said, "The lotus will come back when it blooms." But now the sharp corners are only showing, and the flowering period is still far away. The ripples spread out wherever the wind passed, like the mornings and evenings she had counted. Suddenly, someone came from the depths of the wil
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Blue and White Dress with Full Sleeves
At dusk when the flowers were blooming, she sat under the old peach tree, counting the fallen petals like the passing years. That year he broke a branch and swore: "I will return when the flowers have fallen." Now the flowers have bloomed and faded for thirteen years, and the stone bench under the tree has been covered with moss. When the wind blows, the petals cover her clothes, as if remembering all the unfinished words for her. In the dusk, she clipped the last petal into the letter - when th
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Fukou Qilidi
At the ancient crossing, he kept a lamp for forty years. That year she took a boat and said, "I'll come back when the peach blossom season starts." From then on, the lights were as bright as stars every night. The river has changed its course seven times, and the people at the ferry have changed for three generations, but he still turns the wick very bright - he is afraid that when she returns, she will not be able to see the way home clearly. One foggy morning, someone asked him who he was wait
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Old Letter Paper
He prayed for immortality for three hundred years just to find her again in reincarnation. On the day of her successful release from seclusion, she had been reincarnated seven times, with gray hair, leaning on her children and grandchildren, and no longer recognizing her old friends. He stood quietly for a long time, burned the Secret of Immortality, and dispersed all the golden elixir into the world of mortals - since he could not live together through cultivation, he decided to fight for his l
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Half Level Rain Arrow
Haitang Youxie Zhengshu received a stroke of east wind. At the end of the ladder, bitter rain falls like arrows. He stepped on the long blood-stained steps to look for her, but only found a stroke of Dongfeng and half an old letter. Begonias bloom and fall in front of the steps, witnessing this bitter love that cannot be tolerated in the world. He once held wine and played the harp, and she once fell into a chess game; now the vows are in ashes. The clouds have dispersed, and the frost has gathe
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Floating Life Comes from the Clouds
The ruins of the ancient temple were destroyed, and a painter was ordered to restore a faded mural. The woman in the painting was leaning against the piano with a smile on her face, but he always felt that those eyes were looking at him. Every night when he traces, the ink will automatically spread out and fill in his unfinished strokes. The moment the last stroke was written, the mural suddenly became as bright as new, and he himself became the person playing the piano in the painting - it turn
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Ask the Setting Sun
Wandering in the rivers and lakes for half his life, he has tasted warmth and cold, seen flowers bloom and the moon fall, and experienced the light of swords and shadows. When I return to my hometown in my later years, the bells of the mountain temple still ring, and all that remains of my old friend is his name on the monument. He poured three glasses of wine, one to the past, one to the old friend, and the last glass to the setting sun - although the world was bitter, it never failed to live u
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Ying Ying Shi Xu Old
Breaking a new willow branch, she stood at the old ferry. That year he said, "I will come back when the sky is filled with catkins." Now the willow trees have closed in and the catkins are flying all over the city, but the young man riding the white horse has never been seen. The willow branches in the celadon vase withered and changed, and changed and withered again - as if as long as the willow is still green, the spring is not far away. When the wind blew, she heard someone calling her name i
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An Old Window Lattice
Dusk spread over the old window lattice, and she dug out the unfinished letter that year. The ink has faded into the color of clouds, and the deep floral fragrance of that spring can be seen between the lines. He once said that love lasts forever, but now she believes it - it turns out that the strongest love is not when they meet, but every evening after they say goodbye, when they read old letters.
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Each Other's Opening Remarks
A girl who has been single for many years was invited to attend her ex-boyfriend's wedding as a "Plus One" (Plus One). She originally wanted to attend the appointment gracefully to prove that she was living a good life, but at the wedding, she discovered that she was always the unnecessary person. Until a groomsman who was also alone handed her a glass of wine and told her: "I am also someone else's 'Plus One', why don't we be each other's 'Plus One'?" The two smiled at each other in embarrassme
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Flickering on Candle Wick
When he woke up, the candlelight was flickering and the shadows were shaking on the wall, sometimes like people, sometimes not. So he asked the shadow: "Are you you or my heart?" The shadow remained silent and only swayed as usual. He reached out to touch it, and the candle flame burned his fingertips - at that moment, he could clearly see the outline of the shadow. It turns out that all these years, he has never been himself, just a ball of borrowed light. He blew out the candle. In the darknes
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Zoumaqutang
In the middle of the lake on a spring night, she leaned against the railing alone, watching the moon reflected in her white clothes and the shadows of flowers moving in the wind. I once promised to "wait until the spring is over and enjoy the new lotuses together", but in the end things have changed and people have changed. When the pear blossoms are piled with snow and the moonlight fades away, the past is only replaced by a decisive glance after the clear rain. Before the years passed, she san
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Broken Willows and Golden Years of Shu
The wind blew and the begonias fell all over the ground. She stood under the tree, looking at the butterflies on her fingertips as if she was worried. He once said he would come back when the crabapples bloom again. Now the flowers bloom and fall, year after year. She picked up a wisp of spring breeze, but could no longer wait for the person who broke the willow and blew it gently. The years are pure, only my thoughts wander with the passing years.
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The Trees Are Deep in Front of the Grave
She was originally an unknown person in the romance field, and he was also an infatuated guest in the world. A startling glance planted the roots of love, but it was hard to defeat rumors and the world was not merciful. In the end, life and death were separated. She was nameless and her love turned into deep-seated hatred. In the next life, she pestered Po Meng to ask where she was in the previous life. She was obsessed with it for the rest of her life, unwilling to forget or let go.
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Ice Cream Palette
In the alley after the rain, the wisteria flower stands let out the setting sun. She stopped to paint, and the hem of her clothes knocked over his palette - dark purple paint was splashed on the plain white piano music. He was the conductor of the orchestra, squatting down to pick up the wet pages. Later, his concert was filled with lavender notes, and at the entrance of her painting exhibition, the sheet music of "Nocturne in B flat major" was quietly opened.
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Let the Clouds Clear Up
On a cold night, she stood guard in the empty courtyard, waiting for someone who would never come back. We once promised to grow old together, but now there is only the sound of falling snow. The wind blows through the eaves of the corridor, scattering old letters and writings blurred like tears. She tightened her thin clothes and swallowed her unsent thoughts to Leng Yue. When the sky was about to dawn, an old plum blossom quietly bloomed in the courtyard - just like the one he broke off when h
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The Cold Window Has No Title and the Old Friend Returns
On a cold autumn night, I looked out into the distance all alone. I wanted to write something, but I still couldn't finish it. I don't want to remember things, I just want to find the shadow of an old friend in the words. The light flickered as he murmured the name. All the flowers blooming in the world are not as good as the moment you return.
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Dusk Outside Jiangnan
Apricot blossoms and misty rain, beside the Jiangnan Bridge. She listened to the music through the curtain, and the underlying sound was the unspoken sorrow of separation. He once promised to return in late spring, but now all he has left is a piece of yellowed letterhead. As the drizzle soaked her clothes, she played the old music over and over again, as if this could bring back old friends who had gone far away. The flowers fell all over the stairs, and the cup of cool tea could not wait for a
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In Front of Withered Peaches from All Directions
At the top of Qingyun Mountain, she blocked the catastrophe for him, and she only had time to say "see you again in the next life" before her soul died. He went against the will of heaven, searching all over the nine secluded areas and ten deserts, and finally found a trace of her soul under the withered peach tree. After three hundred years of nourishment, she finally opened her eyes, but could no longer remember her past. He chuckled: "It's okay to forget. In this life, I will protect you in C
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Six Hundred Years of Huaixia Is Not an Exaggeration
Under the city wall, her soul is bound in a six-hundred-year-old locust tree. Just waiting to see him again when he comes back from reincarnation. As expected, he had been under a tree that night, but he had hugged a girl who was joking. The corner of her old clothes brushed against the bark of the tree, and she gently scattered a handful of fallen leaves.
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Candlelight as a Guide
On a summer night, Liu Ying met the scholar guarding the temple. She was originally a firefly spirit, and she was greedy for the figure chanting under his lamp; he made a promise to meet again in the next life with the fluorescent light on his fingertips. But the human-monster has a different path, and she burned her soul in exchange for his peace in this life. A hundred years later, he was reincarnated as an ordinary woodcutter. When passing by the old temple, there were always fireflies linger
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The Sound of the Old Cottage Outside the Door
The storm was about to come, so he took off his jade bracelet and put it into her palm, saying goodbye. Many years later, she rebuilt the old house in troubled times. She stroked the jade at night, and the cracks were actually softened by time. As the piano played, she played the unfinished song from that year. The bamboo leaves rustled outside the door, as if someone was calming her down. It turns out that farewell has never really been a farewell.
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Aged Vinegar Under the Tree
Years are like an endless letter. Every year he buries a jar of wine under the old locust tree, waiting for someone who will never come back. The green hair turned into snow, the trees were already towering into the sky, and one night the moonlight was still as bright as before. He dug out the first jar, and his youthful features appeared in the aroma of wine. When I woke up from a drunken state, there was a note she left under the altar: Wait for me. He finally understood that waiting itself wa
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Wilderness Visitor
The wind slipped over the grass tips of Altai, and the shepherd put down his mobile phone. He heard the sound of the sheep chewing the dusk. The ancient pastoral road that had been erased by GPS resurfaced in the sound of the flute. He just stood there and grew into the wilderness. Winter is on the string, and a hundred thousand horses are returning by the starlight.
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The Interstellar Train That Never Closes
Astronauts drift in the orbit of Jupiter, keeping company with the steel-shelled stars. Suddenly a pulse signal from an unknown dimension was received - translated as an ancient poem. He deciphered proof of the existence of another lonely soul, and from then on sent his heartbeat frequency into the void every night. Gravity has become a luxury product, but the response from light years away makes wandering the way back. They made an appointment to meet before the heat death of the universe.
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The Past Is Out of Tune
Returning to the old place, the sound of pipa playing outside the fence has long been muted. The old friend picked up the dusty old things, and the sound of the strings was astringent, vaguely reminiscent of the tunes of the past. A fallen leaf whirled into the window lattice, and he turned around to look for it, but saw the empty courtyard was silent, with only half a cup of tea that he had not finished drinking that year, cooling in the wind. It turns out that longing is like the rain that nig
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She's Half a Mile Away
On a rainy night, a blind pianist plays in an empty concert hall. In the sound of the piano, she heard the response of her own heartbeat - the woman who always closed her eyes and listened in the third row. The rain didn't stop when the show ended. He groped towards the door, but stopped in front of the steps. Her breath was half a meter away, clearer than any melody. There was no sound of rain between them, but they reached out their hands at the same time and touched each other's slightly cold
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Qingsi Liquor
She filled the last glass of strong wine for him, he put his luggage on his back, turned around and stepped into the flames of war. She stayed in the old city, watching spring come to an end and autumn coming, and her black hair turning into frost and snow. When he returned from his horse, he saw a city full of fallen flowers, but he only found a solitary grave covered with snow. It turned out that what she drank that night was not wine, but the years of her life she had devoted to him.
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Huayu Xiaonong
During the flower rain season, he met her at the entrance of the ancient town. We held an umbrella together and walked along the bluestone road, promising to meet at the same place every year when the flowers bloom and the rain falls. Later, she traveled far away, and he went to appointments alone every year, playing a song in the rain of flowers and waiting for him. After many years, the petals were flying as before. When she turned around, she was standing at the alleyway smiling - she was wai
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Truncation Reaction
He had already given up smoking and drinking, but he couldn't give up his habit of missing her. It started to rain in the room after the breakup, and he talked to the air, imagining that she was still sitting on the sofa. His friend advised him not to be stupid, and he smiled and said "think about it one last time" - but day after day, he spent every minute and every second waiting for her to come back. It turns out that some hobbies are willing antidotes.
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My Miracle Is Your Silhouette
The blind girl counted the sound of rain and could not tell the difference between day and night. The small town painter always appeared at dusk and asked her to "see" the light in his paintings with her fingertips. Later, when the rainy season ended, she opened her eyes at the first ray of warmth - he painted the sun for a whole year and hid the whole spring in her pupils. It turns out that the miracle is that someone is willing to steal eternal light for you.
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Lane Department Store
On a sunny day, while the cicadas were chirping, she guarded the alley shop and handed him popsicles just in time for him to finish school. They used marbles to draw galaxies on the cement floor and agreed to collect seven types of crispy noodle cards together. Later, the moving truck crushed glass balls all over the floor, and her box of cards was always hidden on the top of the closet. Now the child turned out the yellowed card album, and he counted it - it happened to be the last card that wa
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Shore Ticket Gate
The sound of waves lapped at the old ferry, but there was no one in the fishing village. A Tao repairs the old boat every day, waiting for someone who won't come. Axia left that year, saying there were better days on the other side of the sea. He clutched the crumpled ticket - the ink had long faded to light blue. Suddenly there was the sound of footsteps in the dusk. The white-haired Axia stood in the sunset, holding a polished old ticket in her hand. The sound of the waves remained the same, a
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Palm Has No Flowering Period
The young man has a musical dream and stumbles forward on a road that no one understands. She was always by his side, listening to his confusion and catching his tears with her warm palms. From youth to maturity, he ignored ridicule and watered his dreams into flowers in the palm of his hand. In the end, he understands that happiness must be achieved by himself, and that unwavering companionship is his most solid shoulder.
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Rocking in a Rocking Chair for a Lifetime
The old record player squeaks and spins, and the needle cuts through the ravine of time. We once proposed to that melody and carried our children among the fallen leaves. Now our hair is as white as snow and our rocking chairs are rocking gently, listening to the same song. The most romantic thing is to live your life like a recurring old song, forever young and always filled with tears.
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Between the Fluttering Clothes
A young girl spent thousands of years waiting for a boy in white. As the snow falls and the wind blows, time passes by, and she asks, "Who are you, the boy in white, and why do you linger on this world?" The young man left and never returned, leaving only the sound of the piano. She wished they didn't have to meet each other in this life, but she could never forget it - she was infatuated, and the residual warmth remained in her fingers, becoming a poignant and unattainable wet dream that spanne
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The String Has Been Broken Before It Is Struck
Xi, a fisherman's daughter, heard the music and admired the piano master, but her father had promised to marry her. One day, the violinist's string was broken, so he cut the silk from the unfinished wedding dress to replace it. Wedding clothes are hard to come by, so on her wedding day, she wore a red and black dress that was half new and half old. Suddenly the sound of a piano sounded in the forest, it was as sad as complaining, and everyone was puzzled, but only shed tears - this music was so
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Lin'an Shuiyunsan
The setting sun is like blood. She stroked the guzheng, and he pressed the keys, and in the rift of time and space, he bumped into the Fengbo Pavilion eight hundred years ago. The iron coat is not cold, the loyal soul is immortal, and the twelve gold medals turn into musical notes and fall. The river red surges at the fingertips, the sound of Qiantang tide spreads over the West Lake, and the unfinished "Lin'an Regret" awakens the sleeping country in the dreams of contemporary people.
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