"Let me tell you a story. Once upon a time, there was a string of wind chimes hung on a newly born red jacaranda tree. The red jacaranda tree slowly grew up and bloomed the first little red jacaranda. The little red jacaranda liked the crisp sound of the wind chimes, so she worked hard to grow up and walked to the wind chimes. They counted the Big Dipper under the night sky. Qixing, they listened to the roar of the ship in the sea breeze, and they hurriedly said goodbye in the autumn leaves in the mountains. The little red phoenix without saying goodbye fell to the ground and watched the wind chimes swaying. They secretly determined to meet her again. She sucked in nutrients and raced for time to enter reincarnation. When she was still in the tree. She jumped in the air longing for the wind chime and looked at the bright lights at night. Little did she know that the wind chime had been taken away. The wind chime was actually used to express her longing. Later, the years mottled her voice, so the person who tied her to the treetop took her longing away, so when the little red jacaranda arrived When she arrived at her destination, all she could see was the astringent sea water and the gray drizzle. The little red jacaranda waved goodbye to the flowering period, and left the red jacaranda tree as her soul ferry. She wanted to be a string of wind chimes, just like the only thing that existed in her vague memory, just for the sake of love until she became hoarse. "
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