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Going around, stumbling, coming together and falling apart There are trees in the mountains, and the trees have branches. My heart is happy for you, but you don't know it.

March in Chang'an City is a good time for people to go out for spring outings and go to the market. The sound of shouting in the market is endless, and the streets are crowded and lively. The child was lifted high above his head and sat on his father's shoulders. The mother scolded her. In a blink of an eye, she saw the beautiful hairpin and squeezed to the stall in surprise. "Candy dumplings, just dipped in them!" "Cucumber, coriander, fresh!" "Oh, you stepped on me, you don't have eyesight!" "Girl, come and see the gouache and rouge!" A child held a white furry ball and shuttled between the adults' legs, looking back while running. The little boy's skin was a little dark, but he had a heroic spirit, sharp eyebrows and starry eyes. He looked very good-looking, but he looked a little weak and his head was covered with sweat. "Did you see a kid running past with a rabbit in his arms?