Hundred flowers contend in beauty and brightness, bees and butterflies are infatuated, begin to know the spring breeze gelivable
Thousand sails have a boat race, a fish leaping over the dragon gate, piloting behoove the red sun
Sunflowers greet the rising sun, agley lie in the deep and dense bamboo forest, a pot of moonlight with wine
Willows bathe in the cool breeze, leisurely tour the winding path, ten thousand qings of the pink lotus flowers make the windows up
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