Rain falls on the banks of the Divine River, and thunder strikes in the autumn night. I look forward to it in front of the Shifu Bridge. How many times have I returned to the south?
Ten years ago, there are thousands of new buildings, and I am speechless. Why be sad when the sun passes away? The water in my hometown is beautiful and fishy!
——"Chaozhongcuo Xiufeng"
This is not a novel, just a youth story!
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