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Coming Home
I left home young and not till old do I come back,My accent is unchanged, my hair no longer black.The children don't know me, whom I meet on the way,"Where do you come from, reverend sir?" they smile and say.
回乡偶书 贺知章
小少离家老大回，乡音无改鬓毛摧。儿童相见不相识，笑问客从何处来？
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