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The wind had been blowing for several years, and she was carrying a flute, standing at the vent, looking at the weak upward moonlight---- and exhaled softly......

How much she loves this beauty far away in the sky, like those truly kind love and hearts that carve the silk of love in poetry...... This delicate plum blossom drifts away from the thrilling journey, like one after another innocent dead lives, powerless and weak little grimaces...... Swimming in the water in the waves, hehe, the soul of the dead is also a soul! Late autumn sighed with the emphasis of an adult, caressing this soft verse that is better than poetry, and the night is rushing one after another, and the small bamboo raft that it holds up floats away, drifts away---- water is air, and displacement is force, and its little hand pulls a rope from its previous life, and jumps anxiously down to the cliff-like cliff......

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In late autumn, with a single jump, it retracted the fast-moving sea---- and it pulled a void rope, like a small slender man who bent his waist forward......

The sea is slowly lengthened, the sea grows larger and deeper day and night, the sea flows sometimes fiercely, sometimes quietly---- like a divine bill creeping on the shore: the debts of the Qing Dynasty will be liquidated word by word, gracefully and magnificently...... In order to hide the truth about sex outside of marriage, some people use the name of watching the sea......

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The sea burst with laughter, a wave, lifting and unscrewing the rushing water---- as if there is a love switch everywhere, as if there is a soul culvert, the Chinese character electric gate where the soul and flesh are sailing, or a gust of water, or a gust of wind---- when the valve of the sea is gently twisted by a soft little hand, one after another the sea will rise in the sky, leaving the shore and being boiled by the night---- oh, just like the water flow of the woman in the Black Wood Cliff here in the pure ----land of the soul, as cold and cold as the spring breeze......

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