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我们,七月里出生的孩子喜爱白茉莉花的清香我们沿着繁茂的花园游逛静静地耽于沉重的梦里大红的罂粟花是我们的同胞它在麦田里
We, the children born in July, love the fragrance of white jasmine. We wander through the lush gardens. We linger in the heavy dreams. The red poppies are our countrymen.