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简介：The flowers bloom in spring, the wind in autumn, and the setting sun in winter. As a melancholy young man, I once thought this ignorantly. In the song of the cycle of the four seasons, the windmill circulates every day. In the poems of wind, flowers, snow and moon, I am in the mood year after year. Growth, flowing water takes away the story of time and changes a person.