"The Sword Nears, the Bird Flies"

Birds fly. Listen to the magpie language, and the swallow is double.

The sun is warm and the wind is clear. Bamboo high emerald.

Few people arrived. The grass is green, and the fields are ploughed again.

The green pine trees are beautiful. Summer solstice.

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Geng years. See the smoke approaching. The Blue Mountains are far away, one by one, and the brown soil terraced fields.

The dust scene of Taoyuan is in the sky, and the golden fingers are even more flowing, but it has been allowed to sleep soundly.

Blessed heart. After a moment of greed, the fog dispersed and the sun blazed.

The thrush skimmed over the mountains.

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