独向东风舞楚腰，为谁颦恨为谁娇？
译文：独自在东风中舞动细腰，是为了谁忧愁怨恨又是为了谁娇艳呢?
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The world is a book, and those who do not travel read only one page.
A diverse team brings perspectives that drive better decisions.