At the end of the causeway, the boats were tied, and they were sleepy in the sound of the stream. The rain hits the river bridge a few feet low, and the wind shakes the willows and falls into the abyss.

2020.07.08

"Luoying Poetry Collection" 160, Seven Uniques/Summer River Rain is in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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