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Gargling spring and thin rocks, shaking bamboos and near spring, poets leisurely crossed the waves and moon
Cold mountains in accumulated snow, flying clouds and remote hills, scholars leisurely chanted lotus wind and willow rhyme
Opened the apricot eyes slightly, a wisp of elegant feeling, happiness as immense as the eastern sea, the setting sun was blood red
Light drew crescent, clouds rolling up thousand silks, dragons and snakes followed the writing brush, the dark sky
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