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笔尖扫尽痴云2，

歌声唤醒芳春3。

花担安排酒樽4。

海棠风信5，

明朝陌上吹尘。(https://www.daowen.com)

Your pen writes,a lovesick cloud shy;

Your song awakens sweet youth time.

A fl ower basket holds a pot of wine:

Cherry apple-fl owering wind

We face,dust driftin’ along the way.