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      1)Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away.
¡¡¡¡And yellow leaves of autumn, which have no songs, flutter and fall there with a sigh.
       If you 2)shed tears when you miss the sun, you also miss the stars. Man is a born child, his power is the power of growth.
      The trees come up to my window like the 3)yearning voice of the dumb earth.