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Listen, the immature nursery rhyme came from the spring breeze, "Little leather ball, banana pear, malan blossom twenty-one..." The mind traveled nearly half a century, wandering in that era of innocence!

author:The story of time 66 Lao Hu

Listen, the immature nursery rhyme came from the spring breeze, "Little leather ball, banana pear, malan blossom twenty-one..." The mind traveled nearly half a century, wandering in that era of innocence!

Listen, the immature nursery rhyme came from the spring breeze, "Little leather ball, banana pear, malan blossom twenty-one..." The mind traveled nearly half a century, wandering in that era of innocence!
Listen, the immature nursery rhyme came from the spring breeze, "Little leather ball, banana pear, malan blossom twenty-one..." The mind traveled nearly half a century, wandering in that era of innocence!
Listen, the immature nursery rhyme came from the spring breeze, "Little leather ball, banana pear, malan blossom twenty-one..." The mind traveled nearly half a century, wandering in that era of innocence!
Listen, the immature nursery rhyme came from the spring breeze, "Little leather ball, banana pear, malan blossom twenty-one..." The mind traveled nearly half a century, wandering in that era of innocence!
Listen, the immature nursery rhyme came from the spring breeze, "Little leather ball, banana pear, malan blossom twenty-one..." The mind traveled nearly half a century, wandering in that era of innocence!
Listen, the immature nursery rhyme came from the spring breeze, "Little leather ball, banana pear, malan blossom twenty-one..." The mind traveled nearly half a century, wandering in that era of innocence!
Listen, the immature nursery rhyme came from the spring breeze, "Little leather ball, banana pear, malan blossom twenty-one..." The mind traveled nearly half a century, wandering in that era of innocence!
Listen, the immature nursery rhyme came from the spring breeze, "Little leather ball, banana pear, malan blossom twenty-one..." The mind traveled nearly half a century, wandering in that era of innocence!
Listen, the immature nursery rhyme came from the spring breeze, "Little leather ball, banana pear, malan blossom twenty-one..." The mind traveled nearly half a century, wandering in that era of innocence!

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