The wind is still blowing, the birds are still singing, the sun is already down, I looked up at the sky with only a piece of the sun's afterglow, but it is still bright as glory, inadvertently, it had to wear things on the Gold. It in the wind, become a Golden Flower, but soon spread, like a golden dye to the sky Liu, imagination can now think of it as an abstract of the animals and plants.
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