Morning 02
The spring breeze is a little damp,
blow on the face,
But it\'s a bit like the smell of tidbits brushing my face,
The wind blows slowly over the river,
willow tree by the river,
as if drunk,
Gently dancing the branches covered with tender oil,
There is a small stream beside the lotus pond,
The stream is microwaved,
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