Man ages all too easily, not Nature; Year by year the Double Ninth returns. On this Double Ninth, The yellow blooms on the battle field smell sweeter. Each year the autumn wind blow fierce, Unlike string`s splendour, Yet surpassing spring`s splendour, See the endless expanse of frosty sky and water.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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