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Sunflower author Ma Zhuo Ting stood tall, but held up a heavy family style, what he saw, was always a golden face, the sun's soldering iron swayed in front of her eyes, she did not lower her head, she kept spinning, by no means

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sunflower

Written by Ma Zhuo

Pavilions stand tall, but they hold up a heavy home

What the wind sees is always a golden face

The sun's soldering iron swayed before her eyes

She doesn't look down

She kept spinning, by no means trembling

It seems that some people in the countryside, running around

Towards the light of life

From Poetry Magazine, second half of August 2005

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Sunflower author Ma Zhuo Ting stood tall, but held up a heavy family style, what he saw, was always a golden face, the sun's soldering iron swayed in front of her eyes, she did not lower her head, she kept spinning, by no means
Sunflower author Ma Zhuo Ting stood tall, but held up a heavy family style, what he saw, was always a golden face, the sun's soldering iron swayed in front of her eyes, she did not lower her head, she kept spinning, by no means
Sunflower author Ma Zhuo Ting stood tall, but held up a heavy family style, what he saw, was always a golden face, the sun's soldering iron swayed in front of her eyes, she did not lower her head, she kept spinning, by no means

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