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It is the autumn wind blowing old dreams, the seven laws

author:User meteor shower

It is the autumn wind blowing old dreams again, and the fragrance of osmanthus flowers is also mellow.

In the distance, the red clouds are lined with danfeng, and the chrysanthemums on the hedges are thick with rouge.

More rain knocks on the sycamore, and the moon is frequent in the dream.

A wisp of acacia was helpless, tears washed away the makeup and sighed alone.

It is the autumn wind blowing old dreams, the seven laws

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