The soul falls into the dust, and the heart is not stained, and there is no mud in the water when the flowers bloom
Scorching its beauty is the same as the world, and Huihui is a jade ti
A straight stem lonely green dream, red dividends and two shadows depend on each other
The color grabs the shy and transverse flute face, and the wind is fragrant and dances in the clothes
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