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In the poetic month of May, the cuckoo awakens the rhododendrons in the mountains, and the light rain in the air is longing, and suddenly remembers the chance encounter on the small bridge, and the glimpse is amazing, and I don't know when I will meet.

author:Brief smell

In the poetic month of May, the cuckoo awakens the rhododendrons in the mountains, and the light rain in the air is longing, and suddenly remembers the chance encounter on the small bridge, and the glimpse is amazing, and I don't know when I will meet.

In the poetic month of May, the cuckoo awakens the rhododendrons in the mountains, and the light rain in the air is longing, and suddenly remembers the chance encounter on the small bridge, and the glimpse is amazing, and I don't know when I will meet.
In the poetic month of May, the cuckoo awakens the rhododendrons in the mountains, and the light rain in the air is longing, and suddenly remembers the chance encounter on the small bridge, and the glimpse is amazing, and I don't know when I will meet.
In the poetic month of May, the cuckoo awakens the rhododendrons in the mountains, and the light rain in the air is longing, and suddenly remembers the chance encounter on the small bridge, and the glimpse is amazing, and I don't know when I will meet.

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