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Forest
The Phantom Forest is never peaceful. When the moonlight shines, a light blue mist will float in the forest, dyeing every tree and stream with a hazy phantom. This ancient forest is named after this, and also because this layer of fog that never dissipates hides many unknown secrets. Loyalty and betrayal, sacrifice and greed, interweave into a tragic song in this magical land. Open the first volume and step into the phantom. I hope you can see clearly the unquenchable and protective heart be
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Roses and Thrush
Everyone thought it was a romantic fable. The rose fell in love with the thrush, and the thrush fell in love with the rose - what a beautiful fairy tale. But no one tells you that the thorns on the rose are not for self-defense at first, but to snatch the inch of land under your feet and grow taller, so that every pair of hands passing by can only look up and be unable to pick them off. No one tells you that there is a password hidden in the song of the thrush. It announces news to feeders, w
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Human Feeding Guide
I have licked the dew in autumn and caught the butterflies in spring. In those days when I had no fixed place to live, I never thought that I would become someone's "property" one day. I never thought that I would raise a human being in turn. It started simply - a human wandered into my territory and decided not to leave. And I happened to not drive her away. Concept: Love is mutual
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The Circus Is Closed Tonight
When night seeps through the wounds of the world, the circus lights up. The lamps are the kind of yellow that refuses to give up. There are three hundred and sixty-five of them, and in each lamp is a sunset that does not want to go down the mountain. The shadows ran on the tent cloth, half a step faster than their owners, as if they were always running away from something or chasing something. The sound of the organ leaked out, as sticky as honey, so sweet that it turned bitter, tugging at th
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Chunshan Brewing
When the bells of the mountain temple break through the morning fog, the stream is brewing last year's peach blossoms into new wine. Old tea drinkers say that it takes three rounds of rain to wake up the spring in this mountain. The first patrol was to moisten the moss on the stele, and the second patrol was to urge the eaves and corners of the iron horse. When the third patrol passed the stone steps, the entire mountain was floating in the sea of clouds, like an unopened vat of spring brew.
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