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IN SPRING
Li Bai Your grasses up north are as blue as jade1, Our mulberries here curve green-threaded branches; And at last you think of returning home, Now when my heart is almost broken…。 O breeze of the spring, since I dare not know you, Why part the silk curtains by my bed? 点击 ![]()
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