Meng Listen to the sound of the wind and feel the beating of the rain. Pedestrians under the umbrella are moved by their thoughts. The mud along the way, the green grass on both sides, but for the people under the umbrella, left, crooked footprints, wild ...
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In the evening, the village on the hill is silent, walking quickly on the path back to the house, and in the silence, only a few families still play with wild ducks behind the houses, and the yellow dogs snuggled in front of the houses lie lazily. Back in the house, carry...
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