"Looking back at the mountain, we will face difficulties later, and we can only meet in dreams." This sentence has become a prophecy. It's been 300 years, can we still be together forever? Is it that the human face has disappeared, but the peach blossom still smiles in the spring breeze; or is it that the flowers are the same every year, but the people are different every year? When all the stories are over, I still can't learn to wait and see.
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