The trees on the hills grow,

It does not blame the sun for the scorching summer sun.

When the next morning,

A ray of sunshine shines on the hills,

The tree still faces the sun:

Shouting dear sun hello,

I accept you with my body and mind.

Chapter 397 of "Dream Now Flying" On that hill is in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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