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The long grass is so lush that the withered grass will thicken the color of the grass every autumn and winter.
Wildfire can't burn it out, but the spring breeze can revive it.
Weeds and wild flowers are all over the ancient road, and the end of the grass in the sun is your journey.
I once again sent my bosom friend, and the thick grass represented my deep affection.
The classification belongs to farewell poems and five-character poems.
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Grass grows luxuriantly in Yuan Ye. One year withers, and the next year will prosper again.
No matter how ruthless the flame burns. As long as the spring breeze blows the next year, there are green weeds everywhere.
A distant weed occupied the ancient road. On a sunny day, the sun shines green and connects this deserted city.
Today, I have come to bid farewell to my old friend. Even the lush grass is full of feelings of parting.