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Yangchun and breezes are for cherry blossoms.
Flowers and snow blow the artistic conception year after year.
Full of youth, wanton publicity.
Laughter and laughter are still hard to know yesterday's face.
Someone in the flower silently experiences the world.
Someone explored the secret of March carefully.
Someone turned around and became the background of the shutter.
The posture of budding is predestined in previous lives.
It is still unknown that people are haggard for Iraq.
Can my piety catch up with your flowering period?
When I get close to you, you stay away from me.
Clothing is far away, and poetry is near.