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... On an autumn morning, the fog was swirling.
Ning Daoran had plucked a cucumber from the vine in the small courtyard, rinsed it slightly, and then started to nibble on it directly.
Suddenly, he remembered the rural life from his previous life as a child. He would also get up early in the morning and go to his grandmother's cucumber field to check on the cukes, and a sudden urge to recite poetry overwhelmed him,
"Wind and rain cannot change my original intention, cucumbers ...
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