Outside the long face of the swamp pond, spiritual grass grows on the edge of the land, black snow bamboo, green and thin knotted roots, frost white condensed root knots, and black ink dan cyan.

The filthy ground is full of bones, white and simple, and the aura is drowning.

It is not yet as strong as a tree, there are two or three buds and young leaves at the root node, the bamboo fragrance is pure, and the rhyme cover is light.

The sludge is muddy, the ground has fallen into Tan pulp, Zhongli Bi washes the slender moon waist and supports the willows, and the courtyard of the Great Sun is swept.

With a slightly curved arc, the beautiful eaves have walked through the crisis.

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