If the breeze is clear, the branches in the forest are quiet, and the day is lazy and early.

It is the morning stream, singing all the way.

In the dream, it rained a few times, and I saw the old man, and I was slender.

In the blink of an eye, Qianmo is getting wider and wider, and his face is bright.

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Continuing the past feelings, Liu Ying is more clinging, and has prayed in the past.

Relatively silent, the jade pot is ready to be poured.

But life is unpredictable, startling magpies, and dust and smoke are curling.

Frequent and unsightly. Who will grow old together for the rest of their lives.

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