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Not even feel like waving the white feather fan; instead,
I would rather be half naked in this verdant wood.
Taking off the headscarf and hanging it on the stone wall,
I just let the wind from pine trees blow my bare head.
PS It is hard to escape from this hot and sultry summer in Taiwan, but the poem would make me just feel better. How about you?
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