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I am a clove, coming into bloom in the splendid Summer Palace in such pleasant and breezy early summertime in Beijing. Scholars and romantic gentlemen call me a fragrant and tender plant. They also see me as a symbol of sadness and sorrow, but actually, I am vibrant and active. There is no reason for me to pull a long face living in this spectacular garden, having so much to appreciate here, including the beautiful garden, and the Kunming Lake. I lead a colorful life here.