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Sixty-year-old Ning Ran sat under the wisteria in her small courtyard, her white hair as graceful as a crane. She lay leisurely on a reclining chair, drowsiness washing over her.,Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!,Ning Ran sighed: "I'll go in and lie down with my grandson for a while."。