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It was another season to know the sound of cleaning the veranda at nine o'clock in the morning, overheard the sound of Chan, and only when I looked at it did I know that there was a sand window. It was the season of the birth of the golden cicada, the crying continued, and after observing it for an hour or so, I knew the sound again

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It's another season

At nine o'clock in the morning, I cleaned the lanai, overheard the sound of Chan, and when I looked at it, I realized that there was a knowledge outside the sand window. At the time of the birth of the golden cicada, the crying continued, and after observing for an hour or so, there was a new understanding of the sound, each time calling for twenty seconds, then stopping, resting for two minutes and then calling again. And so on and

Knowing is the golden cicada that changes after the shelling, there are many names: golden cicada, thunder vibrator, immortal, butterfly ghost, meat and egg, butterfly monkey, golden cicada, after shelling is also called Zhi, cockroach, maggot monkey. The cicada's life is very short, but it keeps chanting, how long it grows, how long it calls, and leaves its voice in the human world. Coming and going in a hurry, love and life are like songs in the world of cicadas. The beautiful cicadas and the sun also rushed to listen, and heard the cicadas in the woods, the roadside, the village chirping non-stop, telling the story of summer. The golden cicada is also a delicacy on the table, from dozens of yuan a pound, to today's hundred yuan is difficult to find, indicating that the golden cicada is getting less and less,

In the summer, the unique sound of cicadas, although not long, leaves people with many capricious thoughts. In the lonely and hot summer, there are many more sounds, and the golden cicada sheds its shell and generously tells her life.

It was another season to know the sound of cleaning the veranda at nine o'clock in the morning, overheard the sound of Chan, and only when I looked at it did I know that there was a sand window. It was the season of the birth of the golden cicada, the crying continued, and after observing it for an hour or so, I knew the sound again
It was another season to know the sound of cleaning the veranda at nine o'clock in the morning, overheard the sound of Chan, and only when I looked at it did I know that there was a sand window. It was the season of the birth of the golden cicada, the crying continued, and after observing it for an hour or so, I knew the sound again
It was another season to know the sound of cleaning the veranda at nine o'clock in the morning, overheard the sound of Chan, and only when I looked at it did I know that there was a sand window. It was the season of the birth of the golden cicada, the crying continued, and after observing it for an hour or so, I knew the sound again
It was another season to know the sound of cleaning the veranda at nine o'clock in the morning, overheard the sound of Chan, and only when I looked at it did I know that there was a sand window. It was the season of the birth of the golden cicada, the crying continued, and after observing it for an hour or so, I knew the sound again
It was another season to know the sound of cleaning the veranda at nine o'clock in the morning, overheard the sound of Chan, and only when I looked at it did I know that there was a sand window. It was the season of the birth of the golden cicada, the crying continued, and after observing it for an hour or so, I knew the sound again
It was another season to know the sound of cleaning the veranda at nine o'clock in the morning, overheard the sound of Chan, and only when I looked at it did I know that there was a sand window. It was the season of the birth of the golden cicada, the crying continued, and after observing it for an hour or so, I knew the sound again
It was another season to know the sound of cleaning the veranda at nine o'clock in the morning, overheard the sound of Chan, and only when I looked at it did I know that there was a sand window. It was the season of the birth of the golden cicada, the crying continued, and after observing it for an hour or so, I knew the sound again
It was another season to know the sound of cleaning the veranda at nine o'clock in the morning, overheard the sound of Chan, and only when I looked at it did I know that there was a sand window. It was the season of the birth of the golden cicada, the crying continued, and after observing it for an hour or so, I knew the sound again
It was another season to know the sound of cleaning the veranda at nine o'clock in the morning, overheard the sound of Chan, and only when I looked at it did I know that there was a sand window. It was the season of the birth of the golden cicada, the crying continued, and after observing it for an hour or so, I knew the sound again

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