A silver needle and a bowl of medicinal soup protected Qian Qian's descendants.
Mysterious formula, ancient legend, condensed into a thousand years.
The grass grows and the warbler flies. Who interpreted the flowers in Compendium of Materia Medica?
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In those desperate eyes, there is spring green.
Those distant footsteps, how depressing.
Who has the same idea as you to solve the secret in the depths of the text?
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Hua Tuo, Bian Que, Zhang Zhongjing, Sun Simiao, Li Shizhen and Shi Tiancheng.
Those mixed grasses melted the sadness and pain.
When it is in full bloom, there is one magic after another.
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A long illness goes away in a long bitter taste, which implies the power of softening like water.
Beautiful loneliness makes the soul baptized into a kind of worship.
Some crowding out is like dust, you can see the light inside with a gentle blow.
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Let the faint pain in my heart turn into deep attachment
Like going together? Primitive forest? , eyes and steps.
Don't care about thorns, just for a piece of pure land in my heart.
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Look, smell, ask and feel. This is a diagnosis as well.
Calm and wise eyes, medication is like war.
A colorful beauty is like a blooming lotus.
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Rooted in the ancient land of the East, decorated the universe and wisdom in the years.
Perhaps it is a banner that exudes the fragrance of traditional Chinese medicine, relying on the familiar life scenes.
Between day and day, the purest side of life is watered.
Author: Hu Qingjun, pen name: Beiyou.
Wechat official account: Southwest Contemporary Writers Magazine.
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