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Where there is autumn, there is fun in the trees There is response, there is affluence. Not like humans, the ability to break apart Not near the trees Autumn comes to take old age Dried stalks, dead leaves, peel of peacock These. Winter breaks down the door and brings green breath. Unlike human beings, good luck in bile is simple Screaming red cries like a child all around Wherever there is autumn, there is humor in the trees.
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Lovely dear, you are the beauty of autumn and winter for holding cotton like this to us, many thanks. In fact, natural beauty is the most beautiful. It has become more beautiful because you are writing very neatly.