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The most secluded glance. Silent, stretching thousands of miles of Guanshan Mountain; The green sail shook at the edge of the heart. March rain, patter, knock our pigeon-like hut. Repeat those, repeated languages. The path is like a rope, which is the most hurtful and sorrowful. Under the Moonlight, tied up the long thoughts, areRead More