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Shu-er hastened to say, "That's right, I still remember a poem that was written like this. The jasper was made into a tall tree, with tens of thousands of streaks of green silk hanging down. I don't know who cut out the thin leaves, but the spring wind in February is like a pair of scissors. "

"Yes!" "Does Your Majesty know how this willow tree folk's child plays?" Xia Chang hurriedly asked