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The moon goes with people and is hard to catch up with.

The lonely east wind faces the crape myrtle.

The swan geese silently asked questions,

The passionate blue bird only feels sorry for itself.

Dreaming of a butterfly in the clouds and mist,

What is on the Sansheng Stone?

When will we be together on a boat together?
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