Sending his son on a school bus, he sat low on the stump of a tree, looking solemn, like a meditation. Lens slow down, fixed his feet in the feathers. At this time, wind will be blowing feathers, feathers slowly rising over the high, the more the farther Gone with the Wind, which came floating in the jungle dance over, and then Piaoxiang distant and unknown horizon.
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