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Bai Miaomiao will never forget the first time she heard her master sing donkey tune. On that late autumn morning, the sky above Bai Village was clear and blue, the messy yellow grass blades by the pond were covered with a layer of light gray frost, and there was a refreshing sweetness in the air. A big girl wore a long rosy-colored waistcoat, stood under the leafy willow tree, and opened her voice. The crispy voice, carrying the earthy smell of autumn, rushed straight into the sky, suddenly whirled in mid-air, and landed on the withered grass leaves. Qiuchong was silent, and Bai Miaomiao seemed to be frozen. Later, he learned that the eldest girl who sang in the opera was called Bai Ling, and he had to call her aunt. He thought, it turns out that my aunt can be so young. Later, he learned that the tune she sang was called donkey tune. He thought, it turns out there is such a beautiful accent in the world. Later, he learned that donkey tune was first popularized by people from Baicun Village.