The Flourishing Stars and Spring Water
The Flourishing Stars
Preface
On a winter night in 1919, I was reading R Tagore's Stray Birds with my younger brother, Bing Zhong, who said to me, 'Don't you say that it's not easy to write down your thoughts in bits and pieces?
Since then I have sometimes written down in a small notebook in the summer of 1922, my second brother, Uncle Bing, from the pile of books and then turned out this small notebook to him to re-read and write the 'stars' two Yu on the first page. In the fall of 1921, my little brother Bing Ji said, 'Sister! Can you print these little stories on paper too? I wrote the last paragraph and published it as a preface to a fragmented thought two years ago after three children's appraisal of the (Flourishing Star) is this.
The stars
One
The stars twinkled -
Deep in the blue of space
How could they ever be heard whispering to each other
Silence
Shimmering in the light
They praised each other y
Two
The stars were the stars of childhood
The stars were the stars of the sky. p>
Childhood huh!
It's the truth in dreams
It's the dream in truth
It's the tearful smile at the remembrance
Three
A million hectares of trembling-
Deep blackness of the island's edge
Moon came up
Source of life
Death! !
Four
Little brother No. Oh!
Three bright and joyful stars of my soul
Tender
Unspeakable
Children of the soul !
Five
Darkness
How deep is the picture
The depths of the heart
The depths of the universe
The resting-place in the brilliant light
Six
Mirrors
The mirror
The opposite side of which shines
The opposite side of it feels unnatural
It would be better to turn the other side over <
Seven
The only ones awake
are the lonely ones!
Listening to the gongs of fortune-tellers
Cracking through the world's destiny
Eight
Remaining flowers on the branches
Birds have flown away
Scattering red all over the ground -
Is life a glimpse of this
Nine
Dreams are the most important part of life. >
Dreams are the most hidden of all!
Clearly
Sincerely
Tells
The secret and hidden cares of your own soul
One zero
The tender green buds
And the youth says
'Develop thyself!'
Talk of white flowers
and youth say
'Contribute yourself!'
The crimson fruit
and the youth said
'Sacrifice yourself!'
One-one
Infinite mystery
Where to find him
After the smile
Before the words
It is infinite mystery
One-two
Human beings!
Love each other
We are all travelers on a long journey
to the same place
13
A corner of the city wall
The blue sky
is a vast expanse -
That is, the sky and the earth
This is the sky and the earth
The sky and the earth
This is the sky and the earth
This is the sky and the earth
This is the world.
14
We are all nature's babies
Lying in the cradle of the universe
15
Little children!
You may enter my garden
Don't you pick my flowers-
Look at the thorns of the rose
They prick your hand
One six
Young people!
For what will come later
Take care to paint your present picture
17
My friend!
Why do you call me 'silent'
There are things in the world
beyond words
18
Literary men!
Sow thy seed with care
Find thy fruit wherever and whenever thou wilt
19
My heart
Crosses the undulating sea of time like a lonely boat
Through the undulating sea of time
20
Happy boughs
And in the hands of Fate's god
To find To be paid to the perfect one
Two One
The strings at the window plucked
My heart!
It is the sound of infinite trees
It is the infinite moonlight
22
Life-
It is the moonlight
Death- -
It's the haggard falling flowers
Two-three
The lamp of the soul
Lights up in the silence
Out in the hustle and bustle
Two-four
The sunflower acknowledges to those who haven't seen the White Lotus
that they're the best of friends
The White Lotus comes out of the water
The sunflower bowed her head
She pavilion's pride
Separated herself
Two-five
Death ho!
Rise up and glorify him
It's the silent end
It's the eternal rest
Two-six
Top of the high mountains
Deep in the sea-
It's the icy heart
It's the ardent tear
Pity! Tiny man!
Twenty-seven
Poets
are the greatest joys of the world's fancies
and the deepest disappointments of the truth
Twenty-eight
The waves of the sea of my native land!
Your splashing waves
How they used to strike me drop by drop on the rocks
How they strike me drop by drop on my heartstrings
29
My friend
I'm sorry for you
All the consolation I could offer
was a smile
Thirty
Three
What is it about time that is the greatest joy of all?
Is this how time passes
Besides the vague thoughts
Nothing is accomplished!
31
Home is the most unfeeling-
The teardrops of the people
are his harvest
32
The rose's sting
is the anger of the one who plucks it
and it is her own solace
. Thirty-three
Mother!
Leave thy sorrows behind
Let me rest in thy arms
Thou alone art the resting place of my soul
Three-four
It is not the rolling wave that creates a new land
But the tiny sands of the sand that lie beneath it
Three-five
Thousands of angels
Arise up and sing the praise of little children
Three-three
Thousand angels
To sing the praise of little children
To rise up, to sing the praise of little children Rise up and sing praises to the little children
Little children!
In his tiny body
Contains the great soul
Three-six
The sunlight penetrates into the gaps of the stones
And the very small prickly fruit says
'Lend me your strength to stretch out your head
Liberate yourself from your claustrophobic captivity!
The trunk of the tree pierced out
The solid coiled stone
Cracked in two
Three sevens
Artist huh!
Body and world
Is there at last a fog of light between
Thirty-eight
On the well rail
Listening to the river that gurgles down the hill--
The expectant heavenly wind
Blowing the hair
On the sky
A few more bright lights have been added in a turn of the head
Is it the stars
Or is it the lamps
Three nines
At the first waking of the dream
In a few stacks of cloud coverlets under the mountains
Glimpses of the bright one she is
A sunrise, huh!
You, who were on your way out,
have already been pitied
How can it be like to see her again now!
40
My friend!
Don't trust me
To trouble you infinitely
I am but a weakling driven by thought!
IV-
The night is late
The door of my heart shall be open--
A traveler who floats
The God of thoughts
Is coming unawares
IV-II
The clouds In the sky
Man on the ground
Thought imprisoned by fact
Is the root of all misery
43
Truth
Is in the silence of babes
Not in the debates of wise men
44
Nature, oh!
If you will allow me to ask but one question
One solemn word
Have I not misunderstood you
45
The flower of speech
The greater the blossom
The smaller the fruit of the act
The smaller the fruit
Fourty-six
The candle that cooks
Continues to shine! Shine it on!
Repeat the tune
Play it again!
Waiting for
Far away brother
From the night to the door
47
Childhood friends
Sea waves
Mountain shadows
Splendid sunsets
Sad trumpets
We've grown apart nowadays
48
We've grown apart nowadays
48
And we've grown apart now.
Weak grass!
Be proud of yourself
Only you universally adorn the world
49
Fragmentary verses
A little wave in the sea of learning
And yet they are brightly shining
Starry in the sky of the mind
50
Indeterminate moods
Will we meet him now
Will we welcome him? To meet him
Can he gush out unexpected thoughts
To create magical words
V-
Criticisms and assertions of the common man
As if a group of blind men
Speculate the moonlight outside the clouds
VII
Flowers and stones beside the track!
For just this second of time
Thee and I
A chance meeting in an infinite life
And an eternal parting in an infinite life
And when we come back again
Where to find thee more in a million of the same kind
Five-three
My heart, oh!
Watchful
not to be swept in the whirlpool of nothingness!
Five-four
My friend!
Rise up
The morning light is coming
To wash your overnight soul
55
The flower of success
Men only marvel at her present brightness!
However, her buds
were drenched in tears of struggle
spilled with blood of sacrifice
56
The rain of the night
wove the poet's moods in a silken weave
57
The calm heart
in all circumstances
builds the world of the deeper The world of emblems
Fifty-eight
Don't envy the little children
Their knowledge is behind them
The boredom has also come hidden
Fifty-nine
Who believes in the whimpering of a little 'heart'
That trembles the world
And yet he's a drop in the sea of souls
Sixty
In the shadow of the light clouds and moon
The wind blows in the treetops-
Then shalt thou create thy character
Sixty-One
Wind, O wind!
Don't blow out the candle in my hand
My home is far away at the end of this long, dark road
62
The most silent moment
is the moment after I put my pen to paper
Before I put my pen to paper
63
Think of me
My friend!
I am a swallow of the cross-sea
To seek a nest across the water
64
Wise man!
Beware of
Words in sorrow
Words in pleasure
65
O Creator!
Who can follow your brush strokes
A million pictures
The sunset outside the window every night
66
The twilight in the deep forest
Is this the first time
And it seems to be the first time I have experienced it
67
A fisherman's boy!
Have you ever known anyone to envy your
lifelong career
on the soft waves of the sea
68
Poet!
Silence
What cannot be written
is absolute beauty
69
Spring morning
How lovely it is!
Melting wind
Strongly raised sleeves
Quiet mood
seventy
Birds in the air!
Why do you fight with your cage-mates
You have your own world
71
These things -
are memories that will never die
In the garden where the moon is bright
Under the leaves of the vines
On my mother's lap
It's a quiet mood.
Seventy-two
The western hills!
Farewell!
I can't bear to leave you
But I'm bitter billion my mother
73
Boring words
Tossed in the furnace
Turned to boring flames too
74
Infant few
It's the great poets
That spit out in incomplete words
the The most complete verse
Seventy-five
Father ho!
Come out and sit in the moonlight
I want to hear you speak of your sea
76
Dreams of the moonlit night!
Far away
Near
But we're only this silent
Listen--listen
To the sound of the faintest heart-strings!
The mist of light before our eyes
The soft waves of intoxication!
Sink - sink
Seven sevens
Small disk stones!
Stronger
Prepare for the waves that rush back and forth!
Seventy-eight
True sympathy
In times of sorrow
Not in periods of joy
Seventy-nine
Morning's wave
has passed
The evening tide
is the same again
Another general sound
Eighty
Mother!
My hair
Draped in your lap
This is the ten thousand strands you pay me
Eighty-one
Late night!
Please let me, who am weary
put down my pen
and have a few silent moments with you
82
That's a hard question to answer
My friend!
What could have embellished your life
83
Brother!
Are you annoyed with me
Under the shadow of the lamp
I'm just going to take the nonsensical story
4 The full text of the starry spring water
Brewed into the sweetness of his originality
126
Is it the canoe that is rippling
Is it the island mountain that is verdant
Is it the sea that is blue
My friend!
I am a new man
Why should I doubt you
Because I have been repeatedly deceived by my dreams
127
The meteor
flew out of the sky
Maybe I gazed at it for a second
But the light of the glance
has been left behind in the bosom of man for a long time
. I.28
The surging waves
The dark shadows of the mountains--
The night is late
Not to go out
Look!
In the light of a star
The soldier's father
Stands alone on the flagstaff
129
If there were no wind and no rain
Where would the flowers of the world
Return to
They would only annoy the heart
130
Hope for the hopeless truth
An answer to the hard question
The answer to that unanswerable question
is youth's suicide!
131
The sea!
The star without light
The flower without fragrance
The time when my thoughts
did not have the clear sound of your waves
132
My heart!
You told me yesterday
that the world is joyful
and again today
that the world is a disappointment
and tomorrow's words
what
is it again
that teaches me how to believe in you!
One-three-three
My friend!
Is it not too sad
The spring of 'death'
is the last drop under the nib
134
How can I forget
The summer night
under the bright moon
The lonely leaning on a lonely fence
The lotus of the le red
The lotus of the deep green
The onyx-white Clothes!
One-three-five
My friend!
Have you ever climbed a mountain
Have you ever been to the sea
And there
Is there only silence
Only 'nature' is silent
Is it joy or misery
In your heart
One thousand three hundred and sixty
After the storm-
After the storm-
After the storm-
After the storm-
After the storm-
After the storm, the flowers are in the air -
The fragrant labor of the flower passes
The color of the flower passes
The fruit hangs silent on the branch
The value of the flower
To be determined by the fruit!
One thirty-seven
Wise men!
Forsake the flower of your illusions in your hand!
She is nothing but vanity
And yet she is a part of the light of your eyes
138
Summer night
The cool winds have risen!
The scent of orchids on my lapel
To the depths of my dreams
139
Though for the sake of shadow-printing
My friend!
You'd rather look into a blurred mirror
Than into a clear deep pool
She belongs to nature!
140
Little Fate
The daily diversion of youth
Fate is amused
But how poor the youth is
141
Thoughts
The mind
The heart alone can wander
At the first stroke of the pen
The fun flies
At the first stroke of the pen
The fun flies
At the first stroke of the pen
At the first stroke of the pen
The fun flies
The night -
Listening to the wind outside the window
Do you know that on the top of the mountain
the candles are swaying
How come the shadows are so cold
Like these mountains and rivers are like ink
It is just that I can't sleep -
It's just that I have no sleep. -
143
The tide of the heart surges backward
Time moves forward
The boredom of youth
is in this whirlpool of communication
144
By the tower
At the bottom of the flower
The breeze is blowing the hair
It's cold, and it has never been cold. Cold!
This ancient courtyard--
This dusk--
This hint of poetry--
Wraps around the slanting sun and me
Heartstrings!
Play it -
Let the goddess who remembers billions
Dance to your tune
146
Words
Open the floodgates of pretense
Listen to the springs of sympathy
Communicate y
1 Four-seven
In the future
In the bright lake light
Can there be a standing monument
How dare this silence-thought
One-four-eight
Only this pen
To hold
To let go
It is Infinite nature!
149
Moonless Mid-Autumn Night
How intriguing!
Beyond the clouds
Hidden in the clear light
150
Sitting alone--
Beyond the mountains, the clouds have risen
Beyond the intermittent chiming
Such a twilight
Such a drizzle
Only to make a little
One fifty-one
Wise daughter!
Forward to meet it
'Trouble' is coming
To spoil your permanent work
152
My friend!
Don't let words distress you
Words are made by men
Men are not made by words
One fifty-three
It's the pity
It's the tenderness
It's the sorrow-
This heavenly statue of mercy
melts my stale heart
154
I am always afraid to hear the sound of wings in the sky--
Tiny bird!
Where are you going to fly
155
White flowers are better than green leaves
Thick sprinkles are better than light tea
156
At the head of the river in the early morning
White mist
It's the weather of the south of the Yangtze River
The rain is coming!
I only knew there was a blue sea
but it turns out there's also a turquoise river
This is my parents' hometown!
157
Because of the world's proximity
It can only wipe the dust from the mirror
but it cannot add to the moon's light
158
My friend!
Snowflakes have flown
I'll write a poem from your heart
159
No dear!
The storm in the sky is coming
The bird hides in his nest
The storm in my heart is coming
I only hide in your arms
160
Wise man!
Words are empty
Words are false
You have to guide your friends
Only in your
naturally flowing behavior!
161
The waters of the sea
Cannot be warmed
A lonely heart
Cannot be softened
162
The green pine skill
The red lamplight
And the softly-singing voice-
Thank you for the light in the silence
163
Pieces of cloud and shadow
And fragmented thoughts
And yet it's hard to write the book of memories
To write him up
164
My friend!
Farewell
I leave the last page
with you!
Spring Water
Self Prologue
'O Mother!
Can you look at these fragments
They
were hidden in your heart before I
had them
Spring Water
hidden in your heart's embrace.'
Spring Water
A
Spring Water
Another year has passed
Still the faintest blowing
Can I take another picture
'My friend!
I have never left a shadow
Not only for you'
Two
The four hours passed slowly--
The hundreds of flowers whispered to each other
'We are all but weak!
Sweet-smelling dreams
Take their turn
The haggard cup
Takes its turn to drink
That's the way God intended it to be!
Three
Young men!
If you can't fly like the wind
You should be as still as the mountains
A cloudy
Powerless career
Only a poet's material!
Four
The rushes
are only accompanied by the yellow waves
and blown by the wind to the south of the river!
Five
A little river
Flat and flowing
Only through the flat sands--
Free
Silent
He has no joyful voice
A little river
Twisting and turning
A little river
A little river
A little river
A little river
A little river
A little river
They are all the same. Twisting and turning will flow on
Only through mountains and deep valleys-
Dangerous
Frustrated
He has no joyful voice either
My friend!
Thank you for answering
my long-simmering question
The smooth and winding current in which
youth's joy
swirls now!
Six
Poets!
Don't condescend to nature
The picture of 'beauty'
The description of the talk!
Seven
Step by step, I walk--
The half-hidden mountain peaks
How can they be so far away
Eight
The moon!
What has made your dignity
In the deep sky
You are the only one who goes alone
9
If only I could reach
God!
Where is the end of your heart
May I know
It's far!
Far away!
I am so tiny!
One 0
Suddenly I realize it's the middle of the night
The mood of the day!
Don't invade this realm
One
The south wind blows
Bringing the smile of spring
From the land of water!
One Two
The sound of the strings is near
The golems are coming
The sound of the strings is far away
Does the fate of the ignorant
follow
One Three
The white lotus flower!
Cleanliness has bound thee-
But why not let the Red Lotus, which is also in the water,
salute it
14
Nature calls and says
'Dip thy nibs
in my sea!
The human mind is too dull'
I5
In silence
The triumphal song of the victor is full!
I6
Hearts, huh!
When is it worth troubling
For the sake of the universe
For the sake of all beings
17
Sunset on the red wall of decaying grass!
Set it down quickly
You have aged many young men!
18
Plum blossoms in the snow!
You have taken the lead in spring
Look at the little flowers everywhere
Opening with you in bits and pieces
19
Poet!
Take care of your pen!
The vexation of all beings
What comfort is thou to thee
Twenty
The hills stand alone
Does the universe possess one alone
Twenty one
Only to carry the jugs
To see her pining-
The sympathetic Water
Where to irrigate it
She was a flower in the pen!
Two-two
Herald!
Thou shalt open up the future for all beings
Tighten the bands of thy heart!
Two-three
Mundane pools of water--
The setting sun
becomes a sea of gold!
Two-four
The island!
Where do you stand out
The countless mountain bees
have sunk to the bottom of the sea
25
Blowing snowflakes--
The winds are gentle
26
I am only a weakling!
The cross of light
Let me carry it on my back
I will forsake the dark stars in the sexual sky
!
Two-seven
A great wind has risen!
The chirping of the autumn insects has ceased!
Twenty-eight
Shadows have deceived all beings
Beyond the sky -
The moon is ever full and full
Twenty-nine
General turquoise
Only more tender
West Lake
You're the little sister of the sea.
Three 0
The sky is high
The stars are falling
The dawn breeze is again in trouble with the sleepers!
Three One
Poet!
Nature commands thee yet
Silence the tide
Hear him call! III.2
The fishing boats have returned
Look at the river dotted with red good ho!
Three-three
The flower in the corner!
The world is smaller when you are alone
Three-four
Youthful!
From the white ground
Find sympathy
35
The green leaves
Are they also poetic
Colorful and rich
36
The old man's 'past'
The young man's 'future'
In meditation
They are all the same.
It's all the same heh!
Triple seven
Space!
Unveil thy starry net
Allow me to behold thy bright hope
Thirty-eight
Autumn is deep!
The leaves are wearing red!
Thirty-nine
The water flows eastward
The moon sets in the west-
Poet
Your moods
Can you hold them
Four 0
Dusk-
Late night
Darkness-
The night is the time of the day. -Late at night
The wind under the acacia blossoms
On the rain of honey on the vines
Maybe I can stop you for a while
Sick brother
Just now the sleep has thickened heh!
Four-one
The pine tree!
Let me accompany you
The hills are deep with clouds!
Four-two
The lone sail by the evening sun
Unconsciously
completes the picture of Nature
Four-three
Spring has never spoken
But her great latent power
has already softened the world in such a way!
IV-4
The flag is rightly raised
Wise herald!
45
Mountains sometimes fall
Sea sometimes rushes
A mediocre man's mind
But it stands for all time!
Four-six
Unliberated behavior
makes for a free mind!
Four-seven
People on the porch
Books on their laps
In the brisk breeze
Knowing that spring has come
Four-eight
Fluores fly free
The feeble remnants of the lotus, huh!
49
Nature's smile
melts
Man's grievances
50
What to write
The poet himself
is poetry!
First of May
The sound of the rooster--
It inspires others!
Is he himself ever comforted
VII
In weary contemplation
The dove's stringed wind
Breaks the poetry!
53
Spring from the green grass
says to the youth
'My light is upon thee
from the cold and withered surroundings
creates thy living personality!
Five-four
From whence the day grows
The shadows of the trees on the far wall
are so languid that they do not move
Five-five
The lilies of the field
Only Nature
is your friend
Five-six
In the gale --
And in the winds --
The winds are so strong that it is not possible to see them.
The far trees are molded lakes
The Maker has painted his twilight picture
Five-seven
Little spiders!
Stop what you're doing
Catch some dust!
Fifty-eight
Ice is as still as mountains
Mountains flow like water
Can the poet so dominate him
Fifty-nine
The passenger called out and said
'Steersman!
'Beware of the reefs in the fog.'
The steersman smiled serenely, and said
'I know the way of the water whence it goes
'And that is enough!
Six 0
The shooting star-
Bright only in the inner human sky
He flies from darkness
And to darkness again
Is life, too, the indistinguishable of this boat
Six 1
Brother!
And I am glad to see you again
Thee in my memories
It is not as clear as this
62
I want to redeem the years of the past
But in the warp and woof of time
The threads of the present have already been woven!
63
When the willows fly
The swallows come
When the rushes fly
The swallows go again
But they are as white as ever!
64
The baby
In his quivering cry
There are words of infinite mystery
Brought from the first soul
To tell the world
65
It is but a lone star!
In the boundless darkness
It has written the loneliness of the universe
66
Clear and absolute--
Is it silence or clarity
Only the frozen walls
The snowed willows
What harm is there in being cold
What harm is there in being cold?
Walking into the picture in the white haze!
67
Faith has removed the ladder of 'thought' from the young man
after he had raised him to the tower of 'obedience'
68
When I was by myself in the dark and faraway path
I walked slowly and carefully
I only listened to my own footsteps
69
Silent abyss.
At the bottom of the silent abyss
But there shone
The ever-red spring flowers
Seven
The rose's rich crimson
Shone before my eyes
Reaching out to pluck it down
But she shriveled on my lapel
My heart whispered to me reassuringly that
'You're cutting off the link between her and 'nature'
'You've cut off her and 'nature's' connection
And I'm not sure what I mean.
This red is dust
Young man!
Be mindful of your dry soul'
Seventy-one
When I come and go on my own like a floating cloud
It's so lonesome in the universe!
VIIII
The weary spring winds
Send only some 'uneasiness'!
The walls of the city-
The slightly green willows-
are all hidden in the flying dust
This is also the boredom of a broken piece of life!
73
My friend!
If the spring flower opens freely
Unintentionally saddening you
Thou shalt forgive him when he is commanded by nature
74
In the blurring of the world-
I have forgotten the first word
Nor do I know the last words
Seventy-five
Yesterday's swim in the lake
Tonight's listening to the rain
This rain has fallen on the lake in my heart
Dropping countless overlapping lines!
Seventy-six
Loneliness increases depression
Busyness eradicates worries--
My friend!
Happiness is in non-stop work!
Seventy-seven
Just sitting on the edge of the steps, laughing and joking--
The tower on the hill
The slanting sun shines on it
How could I ever not want to climb it
Don't enjoy your happiness in one day!
Seventy-eight
Have you ever
sat alone in a fishing boat--
with the lake full of soft waves
watching the people in the spring
Seventy-nine
I would like to be able to tell him in a low voice, before I leave the world
'The world,' he said.
I know you thoroughly!'
VIII
When I saw the green leaf come again
My heart was glad and sad
Brave green leaf!
Do you remember the sad parting of autumn
Eight-
I alone
Passed the green pines
Up the stone steps
The House of Prayer
Seriously in the yellow dust
I- -
I can only bow my head y!
Eighty-two
My friend
Don't let the spring winds deceive you
Flower color is not as good as flower scent heh!
83
Under the rainy mountain gate
The stone steps are wet--
Only I am alone
and the wisps of wandering clouds
Is this the same as the "Togetherness of the Tantra"
84
Under the lamp, I have drawn my sword from its sheath
It is the same as the "Tantra".
Looking - thinking
Only a heroic spirit
How could I forget
The blood beads are bright red
The tear beads are white
85
My friend
If you ever look at this lake
Remember
He was not a gentle man
He was not a gentle man
He was not a gentle man
This was the first time I saw him in the world.
He was not gentle
But just this cold
86
Talking and laughing down the steps
In the slanting sun--
And by chance, the red wall at the back
Yellow tiles at the front
And all of a sudden, I understood what the 'old country' was
It's a sad day for me, and my heart is now sad.
My mind has been poignantly moved ever since!
Eighty-seven
Youth!
Is it only in retrospect
The world goes on and on
88
Spring wanders to
This solemn altar-
In the boundless cold
Only a trace of spring
It can be delivered to the gap of the steps.
Tiny grasses
Eight or nine
Peach blossoms bloom without a master
Grasses green without a master
The world is so foolish!
Why ask nature's love for comfort
Nine-nine
Wise men!
In this indifferent world
Only carrying the lamp of 'confidence'
Carrying on in the darkness
ninety-one
Gazing at the ethereal flowers
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