May leaves to completely stretch and enjoy their prosperity and youth. Do not swagger. Cherry is all that yellow! Yellow ! Them in my head, thick to hanging . Those little yellow beads , two or three cluster , like an angel 's eyes , people could not bear to touch. They happily against the wind . Their life full of abundance , there is no fear of dying , as if they 've never been scattered , as if they are long in history , long in the tipsy feeling the poet's colorful and beautiful solitude of Song of the morning dew on the consolation with Su Shi and living through the night intoxicated heart?
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