The sun is everyone's way. The sun rises in Dongshan and will set in Xishan. The white clouds in the western sky turned into a red sunset glow. She sprinkled golden sunshine on the flowers, she pulled up the young trees, she played with the children in the fields and watched them raise happy waves. The sun is about to set in the western hills, and she will go to another country when we are asleep, where there are children and flowers. I know that the children and flowers there are waiting for her in their sleep, waiting for her sun (konoha). Ancient warriors stabbed the sun with gloomy swords. He smiled proudly, thinking he could annihilate the light. But the poem throat is too long and the sword is too short, which suppresses the soldier's eyes. On the other side of the mountain, only the sunset and the mountains are talking intimately.
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