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"Come on, listen to Tintin's story, come on, keep up ..." A group of children frolicked and ran barefoot from the muddy river to the overpass in the distance, splashing a little mud and meeting a lady on the river. A child turned around, playfully stuck out his tongue to the woman, and ran after his companion.
The woman looked down at the mud and then at the children. I saw her natural beauty, elegant life, skin like snow, eyes like autumn water, clothes can not hide her natural temperament. But between her eyebrows and eyes, sadness looms. The fog in the morning is still very thick. From a distance, it looks like peony in a smoke cage. Seeing flowers in the fog adds a bit of beauty. If you look closely, you will know that this beautiful woman has wrinkles around her eyes, and such a beautiful face can't hide the traces of time.
Belle stared at the child's back, but seemed to be infatuated. There was a trace of warmth in her eyes, and she didn't look back until there was only a messy footprint in the distance.
A river winds through the overpass with no end in sight. The shore is muddy. It is obvious that there has just been a rainstorm, and several peach trees are leaning on the side. The peach trees that were originally in late spring have declined. After the rainstorm, the treetops became more and more bare, leaving only a few petals. A gust of wind blew, and even these residual reds were unbearable. They fell into the river and whirled downstream with the river.
Beauty stare blankly at the river, eyes full of sadness, she whispered ...
It should be the whole book.