Out the window, thin broken pieces came the voice of children running and jumping, smiling, soaking the early summer wind, a touch of longing is my share of childhood purity and innocence.

窗外，细细碎碎的传来孩子们跑跳的声音，微笑，沐着初夏的风，淡淡的向往童年的那份属于我的单纯与天真。

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Return to Innocence in a prime pot enough to appreciate heaven and earth situation, they dress in enough to make one forget the World Cup of tea. 7 bowls of wind, a cup of thick cross.

反璞归真的一把素壶足以领略乾坤风云，气定神闲的一杯清茶足以让人忘世。七碗生风，一杯浓交。

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