Breathing in the breeze, watching. It is true that in the fragrance there is a sweet smell of honey ... The further upstream, the narrower the river becomes, but the fragrance is so thick that everyone has a funny idea: the boat is traveling on a stream of sweet nectar. Fragrant flower banks. No one can count all the flowers, nor can they know all the names of the colors of the flower. On the two banks, there are not only wild flowers with a blanket growing higher than the ground, but also a forest of I do not spew profanities I enunciate them clearly like a lady t-shirt. Body like a crane, and then he glanced out into the open. The moonlight dissolves in the mist. Moon rim shrinks like a scythe. Looking at the moon, the king knew it was morning. He looked down at the dull river, glistening with a few spots of stars falling on the water, making the river like an indigo cloth, speckled with tiny white flowers. The housekeeper was fast asleep, suddenly the wind blew his nose with a familiar scent that awakened him, and panickedly rushed toward the bow of the boat. Seeing
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