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There are beauties in the south, and the spirit is in Lianyuan.

There are beautiful people in the South, Ling er, in Lianyuan. I have been to many places in Hunan. In mountains in red, under the Yuelu Mountain, which is full of forest, Orange Island head. I feel Chairman Mao’s literary life in those years, and I will give directions to JS. I will stimulate the enthusiasm of words. Along with Mr. Shen Congwen’s footprints, he also walked through the hanging tower in western Hunan, the road paved with stones, the small bridge running water, and the Hmong village of cooking smoke. He once looked forward to the former residence of Zeng Guofan, the first minister in the late Qing Dynasty, and the mountain was suspended. The courage of the Hunan army is like the lofty and promoted mountains in Hunan. Xiang women are amorous, just like rippling wave water towns. Time flies, how many years have passed. At that time, you were dressed in white and floating together. Light Spirit, dance in light and bright. The sunrise of Yue Pingfeng is beautiful. The sunset glow beside Caifeng Lake lengthens our figure. The rocks flying at the end of the water are jagged, and the quaint folk style of Phoenix village is engraved with your silver bell-like smile. We walked side by side by the White Horse Lake, with long banks on the Willow Bank and clear waves like Bi. Jiuqu Meijiang River is picturesque, and it is always appropriate to wear heavy makeup. No matter how beautiful the scenery is, we can’t keep our progress. Later, when you went north, I went south and made an appointment to sit relatively in early spring, tasting a pot of green tea. In my dream, I went back to Lianyuan. There was a rain, falling for us, like lovesickness. I changed a song and sang it for you. Lianyuan has beautiful people and is immortal and independent. The city of people, and then the country of people. Don’t you know about Qingcheng and drop-dead gorgeous? It’s hard to get another beauty. Zan (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) Phoenix Mountain Spring Tour

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