Peach blossom quietly a tree tender. Love, is the vast sea of people in the middle of the encounter, is the burning of the wild rose, is a dense forest in the tree. Along the way, not waving flowers like that but as a freely flowing style of writing, tonal poetry, beautiful mood, well proportioned. To see the familiar scenery. Re torn between two dishes on the menu.

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