The mountains and river valleys meander, meander, and meander far away. The boundless distance... Mountain, mountain, or mountain. There is no greenery, no pedestrians. There is no church spire. It is foggy, and it grows up. A mysterious and unpredictable. The far away, with a smile faintly like hope. Smile, took the footsteps of my heart, took the footsteps of people's hearts. Behind the mountains, is the pasture where the sheep scream? Or is it the center of Wanli Qiuju's carol? Maybe there are signs of farming civilization. Old bridges and flowing water, oxen ploughshares, and old farmers’ dreams. In the field of vision, is it a kind of illusion? Maybe it's a dream? In the field of vision, in the air, there is a mesmerizing indescribable melody that seems to never dissipate. Like blue thoughts, surging slightly, the money comes, like a smile opening up in tranquility. The bright eyes of an angel stared at the lonely soul awake in the world.
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