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forgotten wings
Where your wings touch, please take my dreams with you
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snail is not at home
I am a little snail, I take a toothbrush and a quilt to travel, and
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what's in a pomegranate
How do pomegranates wrap themselves in the night sky How do they pai
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Who hides who in the heart
No matter how long the winter in the north is, it is finally here.Th
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Four Seasons Piccolo
If I were a road, a country road, I would collect the flower seeds i
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shiny corn kernels
My fairy tale comes from a boy named Dida. He is neither smart nor s
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a dandelion called fairy tale
Like a group of white flames, it condenses love and responsibility;
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radish sauce
A smorgasbord of radish stories.
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story writer
Listening to stories is a natural hobby of people.Children and adult
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next summer too
—— Xia Tian, let me tell you what to do.The umbrellas at home are