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- 星垂平野阔，月涌大江流
- A gentle breeze ruffles the grassy waterside. The tall mast of a boat stands alone at night. Stars fall towards the horizon, extending the wilds. The moon surges upwards in the river, raising the tides. If only through writing, the fame might I acquire, Now sick and old, why not just retire. ...
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