汲一瓢十二门的清泉                                           沏一壶三月的新芽                                              
等你     在阳光的午后                                        
踏香而来                                                              三月的风是甜的                                                  柔和里满是花的芬芳                                          伸手想拽住春天                                                  花叶却散落一地                                                  茶林深处                                                              
那位采茶的红衣女子还在么                              
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