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... he bells of the ancient temples ring.
There is only a dim light yellow light in the yard. Next to the stone bench is a towering old tree. The night wind caress, the tree shakes gently, and the air looks like a white dragonfly. When the tree moved, he looked up and saw the tree shadow, covering the indifference starlight on the half, the cool morning like the water, the memory of the bluebird came back.
He just sat there, resting his hands on his legs, thinking about all sorts of th ...
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