When the first ray of sunlight shines into Mo Valley in the morning, the newly bloomed mountain cherry blossoms are like newborn babies, and their smiling faces fill the valley. The pink flowers smudge under the golden sunlight, filling the valley with a faint fragrance.
This is a story.
I don't know what kind of story it is.
I wrote this four years ago, when I was still a teenager... Sigh...
At that time, I loved those complicated words so much.
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People are all dead