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Today I strolled through the woods, noticed Lin’s coat had the same shade as the painted wooden railings by the path, and that’s my little secret.,
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[Silkworm's soul moves through the enemy's bog, in the garden's quiet glow—warm moments linger here],
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In the quiet lane, fine tea's aroma lingers; diligent hands pluck lotus roots, while hidden grievances drift with the breeze.












