It was 11 years ago, and the second time came to the island of centipede, still shaking. The waves beat the shore, and the waves rolled over. Blue sky is like satin, clouds are curling up like white lotus. The sky is called a pure sea, which is called a blue. Do not say grand, do not sigh vastly, sincerely praise: "beautiful turn!"
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