Sunset falls quietly in the bird's nest. Tomorrow, maybe it will be picked up gently by the early bird.
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Graceful branches, shaking the loneliness of the evening. The glassy sky was gently opened, and a prelude to spring flowed out.
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Birds bring stars to the ground and grow furry spring.
The birds brought the stars to the branches of the winter jasmine and burst into bright yellow laughter. ...