Damp clouds hang ๐motionless; the stream-spanning bridge feels chill. A gentle, lingering coldness drifts in with the breath of the east wind. Beneath the bridge, the sound of water flows on an๐d on; a single spray of blossoms, bathed in moonlight, exhales ๐its fragrance.ๆนฟใฃใ้ฒใฏๅใใใๆธใฎๆฉใฏๅทใใใ๐ใ ใๆใใใชๅฏใใใๆฑ้ขจใฎๆฐ้ ใจใจใใซๅฟใณๅฏใใๆฉใฎไธใซใฏๆฐดใฎ้ณใ็ตถใใ้ฟใใๆๆใใใซ็ งใใใใไธๆใฎ่ฑใใใปใฎใใซ้ฆใฃใฆใใใ
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