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A poem with a profound beginning
There are no grass and trees in the deep courtyard,

The Xuefeng is frosted.

The palace holds tea soup in its hand,

Flowing into the South Lake, the sunshine is fragrant.

Crying for the soul, crying for the lonely moon,

Dreams look for flowers for butterflies,

Look back at the stadium and watch the gun dance.

What about this?