There is always a gentle girl, holding your hand, watching the clouds rolling in Wugong Mountain, watching the ebb and flow of the tide on the bank of the Qiantang River, and feeling the faint sorrow of Dongai in Meiyu Temple. The sea of clouds is endless, the World Tree is at the foot, the orange and red roundness reflects the girl's green cheeks, and the ignorant gaze can't hide the clearest sea of stars. The wind is also just the right amount of softness, suddenly like you, but also heartbeat, the girl in front of you turns out to be your most inseparable warmth. Embracing the bosom, the tip of the nose smells the refreshing fragrance of the elegant and soothing green gardenia hibiscus. Taste it lightly, not mixed with half a minute of fireworks, only the sweetest throbbing after the soul touches.

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