Looking at it, the circles are dotted, and the text of the annotations is extremely beautiful. It smells like an old man. I made an appointment with three or two confidants to listen to the wind and rain at night.

The night by the river is a little enchanting, with staggered lights and a stream of swirling, jumping, and dancing in the center. It's like here

In the shy night, everything is reduced to the background, following the rhythm here, merging, merging. I don't know, the rain wet the ends of my hair.

I don't know, time jumped on my shoulders. The days are like the sound of the wind at the bottom of the lotus, with the tide

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