"Winter has passed like a ripe apple

Shaken under the leaves like a farewell prayer

The spring breeze kisses me like a beanie bubble

The water is murmuring, and the small river is like a sela, and the sela, and the sela, the sela, the sela, the

The little frog is like a stewed egg

Everything is jumping

The wind is waiting for departure

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The immature children's voice lingers in the ears, like a babbling stream in spring, it is so clear, pure and warm, it sounds touching

"The Leisurely Life of Salted Fish" Chapter 151 The Musical Journey That Heals the Soul is in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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