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indeed said, in today's hustle and complicated world, has been difficult to find a piece of pure land without pollution. Can let me touch the soul of the scene I think is this: my wife and I, lying on the grassland at the clouds. Soon, under the trivial detail of the rain. We have no escape, but in the rain, laughing opened flowers. |
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