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通往圣佑庙的路被油菜花覆盖。雨水落下来,无法停止滚动。油菜花的尽头,是另一片花海。没有人知道神灵什么时候离开。你若询问,有人定会回答:神灵曾在此居住。
The road leading to the holy temple is covered with rape. Rain fell, can not stop rolling. The end of rape is another flower. No one knows when the gods leave. If you ask, someone will answer: God lived here.