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Spring View On war -torn land streams flow and mountains stand; In vernal town grass and weeds are o\'ergrown Grieved o\'er the years, flowers make us shed tears; Hating to part, hearing birds breaks our heart The beacon fire has gone higher and higher; Words from household are worth their weight in gold I cannot bear to scratch my grizzling hair; It grows to thin to hold a light hairpin本页内容整理自网络(或由匿名网友上传),原作者已无法考证,版权归原作者所有。本站免费发布仅供学习参考,同时感谢原作者为此所作的付出。
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