The light moon wraps around the crescent moon quietly, and there is a fragrance of green grass in the air.
Under the moonlight, a little blue fox walked around, sniffed the tender pink Mo San flowers, and disappeared with a slight jump——
Na, na.
Will you remember me? Will you believe me?
Are you willing to give your life?
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Overthrow all the far-fetched aspects! 2009.8.26 Started rewriting for the third time!