White Qian Qian
Egrets sing the breeze alone.
Feather spread on the sandbar and it doesn't feel cold.
Millennium bodhi self-cultivation hang
A thousand words of Zen celebrate the birthday.
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Confession is inevitable.
Yu Zhan, of course, is full of mountains.
Every life in the world is safe.
Thousands of ants are in vain.
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Bright-winged white cranes stand in the mountains.
Spring has come, and feathers are reflected in the bonus again.
The wise man pondered the essence of language.
A thousand words lead to the same goal.
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