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When attendant brought the ink and paper from the teahouse, Qimu stood up with a smile and spread out the white paper on the desk in front of her with a calm expression.

A trace of deep thought flashed through Qimu's eyes. She immediately lit up the ink with her brush and began to write. In the blink of an eye, it became a poem:

"The rain knows its season, and spring is coming