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She walks with her silk skirt covering the ground, her hands brimming with spring breeze. Everyone around her says there's no need to say goodbye, even if she does her best. The spring breeze dips gently into the warmth of the grapes, and she gently encourages others to drink. The dust in Luoyang is suddenly wet, too charming to behold, and she steps on the golden lotus leaves.

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