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Flying Mystery Poems White clouds float slowly in the blue sky, and the sun uses a magic golden comb to comb the wool-like clouds. The longer they are combed, the longer they are, the thinner and lighter they become, like a silk scarf, or a flock of sheep scattered like stars, or even like mottled fish scales, and finally disappear into a seemingly non-existent gas. Young Lin Xia is straddling the saddle, holding a tape recorder in her arms, playing the majestic "Gesar" Legend" rap, buried one hand in the horse's mane and let the horse walk slowly on the emerald green grassland with shining pearl-like dewdrops, like a person who occasionally breaks into the grassland for sightseeing. It seems very leisurely and calm, but in fact, the postman who is walking to deliver letters found him and handed him a letter from his work. He opened it and saw that it was written by his classmate, colleague and lover Yang Fei, urging him to return to the city to discuss important matters.