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The trees are green, the sky is green;

The stream is transparent, and the lake is green.

The snow falls and flies, but the frost falls without seeing;

The color of flowers and fruits is unknown.

My lovesickness, you are away from me;

If you can't ask for it, where can you find it.

Looking forward to the distance, the white sleeves are dyed;

Falling beads lament, water skiing looks cool.

The author has something to say: I will publish it first, and then correct the imperfections in the use of words.