//The heavy fog has obscured the scenery of the distant mountains, and your figure disappeared in the wind. It turns out that my love is just something on my mind//
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The sun was very strong that day, and the boy sat on the wall, against the light, with the shadows of the trees behind him dancing.
He smiled and asked: "What's your name?"
Jiang Zifeng looked up at the young man and politely replied: "My name is Jiang Zifeng."
"Qiao Yan."
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I love you when the wind blows. It's hard to calm down when the wind stops. It turns out that my love is just something on my mind.
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