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Returning to the heart is like an arrow dream come true

author:Hao Shou learned the scriptures

Forty-nine snowless north wind cold,

The Festival of Nongyin is coming.

Don't know when the virus will stop?

The road back home is long.

Suddenly, like a spring breeze in the night,

Thousands of ice unsealed.

The old mother's voice calls for the child to return,

The sons and daughters hurried back to their hometowns.

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