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Topic: "Looking for Fragrance in Spring" The spring breeze is light and green, and the peach blossoms are smiling and the sun is red. The stream murmurs around the stone path, and the catkins flutter and fall from the flowers. Stepping on the grass, looking for the fragrance, the bees are buzzing and collecting honey. Butterfly Pian

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Topic: "Seeking Fragrance in Spring"

The spring breeze is light and green, and the peach blossoms are smiling and the sun is red.

The stream murmurs around the stone path, and the catkins flutter and fall from the flowers.

Stepping on the grass, looking for fragrance,

Bees are buzzing and collecting honey.

Butterflies fluttering among the flowers,

The little bird branches sing merrily.

The grass grows and the warbler flies in spring,

Willow green and pink are endlessly happy.

Walking to enjoy the scenery is comfortable,

The search for spring is endless.

Topic: "Looking for Fragrance in Spring" The spring breeze is light and green, and the peach blossoms are smiling and the sun is red. The stream murmurs around the stone path, and the catkins flutter and fall from the flowers. Stepping on the grass, looking for the fragrance, the bees are buzzing and collecting honey. Butterfly Pian
Topic: "Looking for Fragrance in Spring" The spring breeze is light and green, and the peach blossoms are smiling and the sun is red. The stream murmurs around the stone path, and the catkins flutter and fall from the flowers. Stepping on the grass, looking for the fragrance, the bees are buzzing and collecting honey. Butterfly Pian
Topic: "Looking for Fragrance in Spring" The spring breeze is light and green, and the peach blossoms are smiling and the sun is red. The stream murmurs around the stone path, and the catkins flutter and fall from the flowers. Stepping on the grass, looking for the fragrance, the bees are buzzing and collecting honey. Butterfly Pian
Topic: "Looking for Fragrance in Spring" The spring breeze is light and green, and the peach blossoms are smiling and the sun is red. The stream murmurs around the stone path, and the catkins flutter and fall from the flowers. Stepping on the grass, looking for the fragrance, the bees are buzzing and collecting honey. Butterfly Pian

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