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Singing in winter

You are always as quiet as a girl, and come quietly when I experience loneliness. Without saying a greeting, just wandering in front of the window for a long time. When the sun opened its sleepy eyes, you smiled and let my vision stop on your holy complexion.

10-17 

The flower of civilization deep in the mountains

"Cooking smoke, a small village, a rut on the road."-This is the most poetic lyrics of the song "My Motherland and Me".

10-17 

Singing in winter

　You are always as quiet as a girl, and come quietly when I experience loneliness. Without saying a greeting, just wandering in front of the window for a long time. When the sun opened its sleepy eyes, you smiled and let my vision stop on your holy complexion.

10-17 

Singing in winter

You are always as quiet as a girl, and come quietly when I experience loneliness. Without saying a greeting, just wandering in front of the window for a long time. When the sun opened its sleepy eyes, you smiled and let my vision stop on your holy complexion.

10-17 

Singing in winter

You are always as quiet as a girl, and come quietly when I experience loneliness. Without saying a greeting, just wandering in front of the window for a long time. When the sun opened its sleepy eyes, you smiled and let my vision stop on your holy complexion.

10-17 

Li Li's Diary in Puzhehei

"After the new rain in the empty mountains, the weather is late in autumn." In the evening, I walked away from the bustling city, holding an umbrella, looking for a quiet place. Encountered by the Puzhehei Lake, came to the foot of Qinglong Mountain. A layer of veil was shrouded on the hazy lake, fluttering, and fluttering like a streamer on a fairy. A flat boat returning from fishing late is fascinating and disappearing on the lake.