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... oetry, Zhu Huaiyuan, who could no longer contain himself, also decided to showcase his talent and recite a poem.
All eyes turned towards him as Zhu Huai’an opened his folding fan and waved it gently. With a light sigh, he said:
"A person’s life lasts only several decades. After death, who will remember? But if one can write an excellent piece, it can be passed down through the ages, leaving a name in history..." Zhu Huai’an’s lips slowly curved into a smile as he glanced around a ...
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