The blue sky, the white clouds, the purple lavender... Everything is perfect and harmonious.
A light purple figure is busy among the purple lavender bushes. Her slender white arms passed through the dreamy purple of lavender, broke them at the waist, and hugged them.
A black figure galloped over, snatched up the light purple skirt, and also snatched away the lavender in her arms. She was stunned and wanted to call him, but he had already run away, and only a faint sentence came from the wind: "Living lavender is the most beautiful."
The white windmill beside the lavender field is spinning gently, and the sky is still blue...
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