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Every now and then, the woman of Blackwood Cliff feels like she is confused, like a small dream temporarily perched on the mountainside, and when she wakes up, the woman of Blackwood Cliff can fly away---- fly away from the fat and late autumn, and the tent that is busy with work in her hands......

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The woman of the Black Wood Cliff was blown by the evening breeze one after another, and she fell into a dream, with a peach blossom face of amazing beauty, slowly filled by the evening breeze---- she smiled quietly, laughing so that the night sky fell grass, the forehead bloomed----, the sun and the moon changed, and the black and white quickly shifted, and she saw the incomparable beauty of the little woman of the Black Wood Cliff, all the red, yellow, and pink, The white camellia gasped, as if all the flowers were born to carve her beauty, as if the evil that the world once wanted to stop was also replaced by her beauty in an instant......

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The woman of the Black Wood Cliff stood in the dark night that belonged to her, adjusting her breathing---- everything was too exciting, and after falling off the Purple Cloud Mountain, this was the first time she breathed freely like a person...... The cold, weak air of death, as soon as it left her, became enchanted and lifeless---- and the little woman of the Black Wood Cliff put down the dreaming, little triumphal arch, sat by the clear stream, and sang infinitely beautiful verses word by word, oh, all the moment she would be like a little girl who loved home, standing at the door of the house, watching the clouds float, the wind was blurred, and the colorful falling Ying tightened the rain that was pouring down the steep slope of March, and withered and departed one by one......

One plum blossom after another drifts away from the cold branches, and the night is approaching step by step, and the moon is far away in the sky. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info The cold curved moon saw this, slopping the soft moonlight that had been flowing for thousands of years---- the moonlight was leaking down thousands of miles, and the soft moonlight shrouded a pair of lovely little hands that had been obstructing the wind and the rain for many years, oh, my charming mother tongue supported her, held ----her firm, just as I forgot my mother tongue, and I was a complete national traitor. It's like I can't stand the tenderness and sighs that I have been holding back for too long......

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