The sycamore in late summer has begun to fall a little, and there are some sycamore leaves scattered on the side of the road, Cheng Anan remembered what he learned in textbooks when he was a child - sycamore leaves are like palms.

There were no plane trees in Yongzhou at that time, most of the trees on both sides of the street were camphor trees, and she still clearly remembered the excitement when she first came to Jiangcheng to see these tall plane trees, but unfortunately it was winter when she came, and all the trunks were bare......

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