At night, in the dark, a mountain village library made of bamboo swayed gently in the wind.

Walk through the rows of shelves of old books to the deepest part of the bookhouse, where there is a simple but tidy living room, where the beautiful and gentle female bookmaker of the village lives.

The indoor light is like a bean, and the faint flames jumping on the red candle reflect the infinite beautiful scenery.

Where the curtains concealed it, a wooden bed was constantly poignant

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