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The remnants of the flowers fade away and tiny green apricots grow on the treetops.
Swallows are flying in the sky and clear rivers surround village homes.
The willow branches have been blown less and less, but don't worry - lush and fragrant grass is visible everywhere.
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蘇軾 Su Shi. 《蝶戀花·春景》
