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Answer 1

A nameless man looks at his name as if he has met someone. They didn't meet, but they knew each other and knew each other. I'd like to give you a warm and presumptuous place when it snows in the south. He had never had anything to do with romance or conscience, he was ignorant and reserved. The mountains and rivers are clear, lips and teeth lingering in small poems, words and sentences, afraid of parting, southern orange and northern orange. Was there wind in the North? It's good to wander through the wilderness, the ancient grass prairie, when the snow in the south tower is gone, shouting that the world will end here. You came on the winter solstice, but the wind stopped on your brow, and you said,"I came a little late." Most of the trees in the courtyard are as beautiful as yours. People say that it is good to dream in the Spring and Autumn Period, but it is only when the weather is cold that people will try their best to recall. It's better to be desolate than to be fake and gentle in chaos. It seems that there is something that has never been there. I confess my ignorance, and wait for you to tell me how butterflies fly tens of millions of feet, beautiful in the golden age. You once said that you wanted to go to the sky to see the sea, to go to the bottom of the sea to see the sky. I asked you who you were with, and you said,"No, just one person." So I understand that you don't have a sense of dependence on anyone who is slowly growing in entanglement. The only thing that can make you feel real is yourself. Today, when there is nothing to do, the wind blows over my city and whispers," Friend, have you forgotten something?" The mountains and rivers are dark, lips and teeth rust burning small poems, words and sentences, are parting, South orange North orange. "Farewell, my friend. Butterflies will eventually die." A thousand-year-old man and a woman, in an instant they repel each other, even if they meet, they do not know each other. The wind blew in the north, the butterflies flew away, the snow in the south tower was gone, and the trees in the courtyard withered. I said that there was nothing to do today. " The butterfly doesn't dream of Zhuang Zhou. It flew away."

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