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            <title><![CDATA[Put pen to paper as a word]]></title>
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            <description><![CDATA[Linjiang City, Linjiang Academy. Dong Shulan sat in front of a lotus pond dressed in white, holding a scroll in her hand, her brow indifferent. Lotus leaves stretch in the pond, and flowers are in bud, waiting to blossom. "Miss report, Fu family owner in today&apos;s hour to leave Linjiang, went to the village direction, said... Dragon Boat Festival, condolences to the villagers." Dong Shulan turned a page and whispered, "This old fox... Where is his son?"]]></description>
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