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Poetry 2: Qingqing Zixian, leisurely my heart.

If I don't go, how can ZiNing not make a sound?

Qing Qing was lost in her thoughts.

If I don't go, won't Zining come?

In the city of Que Xi Da Xi.

One day gone, just like March.

"..."

Jin'ge Yang sent Xia Zhihee a poem:

The red beans gave birth to the southern country, and in the spring, they would grow a few branches