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Pride – The Cleaner (Oil Poem)

author:Pull the carbon mud

The weather is getting cooler and the clothes are added, and the will to stick to the street is strong.

People are still sleeping soundly and get up at four in the morning.

Heavy snow (or) day at noon, wearing stars and wearing moon drums.

When it is dark, when it is bright, when it is cloudy and which day is sunny.

Where there is wind and where there is rain, you need to catch up with the dark or get up early.

Asking others is not clear, we all remember.

The motherland has developed many lines, and it is necessary to love one line after another.

I am born to be useful, and I am happy to sweep the street.

Regardless of what others say, I feel proud and proud

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