Ancient black history hahahahahahahahahaha...
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Green is the smell of the forest after the rain, the buds that have just bloomed on the branches in early spring, and the color of the little forest fairies in the fairy tales I heard when I was a child. In Xiaoying's opinion, it is the color of the treadmill in the gym.
"Would you like to come in and take a look, lovely lady?"
Xiaoying saw far ahead, deep in the forest, there seemed to be a hazy light. The faint light flickered and flowed, as beautiful as a dream.
"... The Forest of Dreams, does it really exist?"
"Of course. You've seen it so many times, don't you still believe it exists?"
This is a light green dream...
(I posted it on Tieba before, but deleted it. About very vulgar and vulgar dreams... The article was very short.)
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