In the temple of the regions south of the Yangtze River, poets chant poems, thunder and rain are rhymes of the spring breeze
Shadows of the pines in the bright sun, a shepherd piping, firecrackers shake heaven and earth
Green and good fields, layers of the wheat waves, a touch of sunset, the elegant village scenery
Green mountains and pretty trees, rolling pine waves, full autumn moon, the fragrant friendship
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