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Sun. Mar 3rd, 2024

My southern hill is to the south of any hills

With green trees and flowers everywhere

There are a farm, a hut and a river

At the foot of it, there must be a little boat for travelling

My southern hill can not be leaved the world far away

There must be in reality and can grow vegetables

Can cook used fire. And in leisure time, no matter picking asters

Or lotus or wild flowers, I think they are all right

Because each flower has her beautiful side

Of course, I hope one day the little boat could be able to carry

Back the man who leaves us about one thousand years

So that I can have a big drink with him

And go to the future with him

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