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On the night of early summer, the stream is like a song, like music falling from the sky, tinkling through our hearts and dripping into our hearts.
Quiet autumn, cool autumn wind is like a song, just like the movement of the soul, yellow leaves are printed in the palm of your hand, lingering.
In the cold winter, white snow is like a cloud, just like the clothes of the earth, floating in our hearts with the wind until the deepest and purest place.