I stroke my white hair. Grow too thin, _ _ _ _ _.
Lotus comes out of the mud without being stained, _ _ _ _ _ _ _.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _, the trees are full of dreams.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ Danshan Road, Wan Li, Tonghua.
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The fragrance is far clear, the vegetation is graceful and pure, _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _.
There is no road in the green hills, and there is another village. Suddenly, I saw Qian Fan looming.
I stroke my white hair. It has become so thin that it can no longer hold hairpins.
Lotus grows out of mud without dyeing, and it is clear without demon.
No one dreams of green trees all day after the moss is full of Chu Qing.
On Danshan Road in Wan Li, Tonghua, the little phoenix is clearer than the old one.
The boat moved in the lake and saw young people believe that the boat was greedy.
The fragrance is far and clear, and the plants are slender and graceful. From a distance, it is not ridiculous.