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The first time she fell into the river, she crossed over. The second time I fell into the river, I was reborn. The third time she fell into the river, when those warm hands reached out to her desperately, they finally melted the snow in her heart. She once let go of all scruples to love someone, but her green plum-like hands could not pluck the strings softly, and could not touch his raw heart, and she finally became an indifferent person. After many years, the red plum blossoms have fallen and spring has come again. There is only one person who has passed through thousands of sails and has always stayed at the same place and has not gone far.