The wind was not urgent in the middle of the night, and the autumn rain quietly arrived.
The fields are savored, and the farmers are drunk and dreaming.
This morning I woke up and squinted, and I didn't take a morning bath.
Overhearing the ticking, I suspect it was last night's rain.
Teenagers are determined to report to the newspaper, and students across the country embrace the college entrance examination.
Swollen name eats this favor, and the ragged clothes mourn halfway through.
More than two hundred days seem to be like shuttles, accumulating technetium fruits bit by bit.
Mutual persuasion efforts to repay the family, not to live up to the twelve efforts loaded.
The rain in Chongyang is as fine as cotton,
Ascending to the horizon is uneasy.
The man in the father's old family abandoned himself,
Success knows the victory of the gods.
Rain Loft Smoke Wave,
Red Dust has a sentient stranger.
Shaohua other shore Yanyun dream,
The flower of the wind falls into whose eyes.
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