"The leaves are pale, and the white dew is frost.

The so-called Iraqi people are on the water side.

Tracing back to it, the road is obstructive and long.

Tracing from it, it is like being in the middle of the water. ”

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Bang Sheng ran through the forest in a panic, for fear that the group of gangsters would catch up with him.

The trees around her fading, and she came to a clearing, which was next to the stream.

The melodious sound of the piano hit her ears, and she looked up - under the peach tree, a man in an ice-blue robe was stroking the piano alone, his slender fingers plucking the strings, the sound of the piano was tactful and majestic, and it was touching.

The breeze swept off the tender pink petals, on the long inky hair that was scattered behind him, on his harp, and on the babbling stream to be washed away.

Seeing someone break in, he stopped stroking the qin and looked at Bang Sheng.

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