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Sneaking into the night with the wind, moistening things silently. It rained lightly at night, and the rice fields were as green as water. The rice leaves covered with dewdrops are like made of tin foil, reflecting the pure sunshine of the early morning. The dewdrops make the entire field sparkle. After a night of filtration, the air is very sweet, wrapped in the fragrance of rice, and refreshing. The birds showed off their bright singing voices as they flew across the emerald fields and the towering aspen trees in the forest belt. Every morning, Meng Zhuangran would choose a field and forest belt, facing the early morning sunshine, do a set of Tai Chi, do a set of radio gymnastics, slap his head and chest, hit each other with his palms, and the sound of popping popping could be heard in the field. Then the energy sinks into the Dantian, the eyes are slightly closed, a deep breath is taken, the anus is raised, and a few loud farts are released. Although he knew that there were usually very few people around at this time, because there was dew in the morning and there was not much work to be done in the fields.
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