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Tiny grass,your steps are small,but you possess the earth under your tread.
彼方幽幽草,步履甚微小。
足入苍茫地,根深叶又茂。
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The infant flower opens its bud and cries,Dear World,please do not fade.
花蕾次第开,心愿谁人猜?
但盼春长驻,春尽惹怨哀。
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God grows weary of great kingdoms,but never of little flowers.
苍天有凡心,喜恶显疏亲。
厌倦泱泱国,怜花情谊深。