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Prose: Smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River: a journey of the soul

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Life is not only a dreamy poem and a distant place, but also a reflection of perseverance and growth after the catastrophe. Explore inner peace in the hustle and bustle of the world, and light up the light of the soul in the torrent of time.

Prose: Smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River: a journey of the soul

The years are like books, every page is engraved with warmth, we walk forward with the sunshine, chasing the light of hope that will never be extinguished. In the middle of summer, plunge into the embrace of nature, full of greenery, gurgling water, only a clear state of mind, can savor the beauty of time.

In the wind and rain, we watched the flowers fall together and enjoyed a different style. The drizzle caresses the petals, the breeze lingers around the eaves, and time flows slowly, accompanied by tranquility. Fingertips touch the pages, the past sings and whispers on the lips, the smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River, the sound of horses' hooves, the return journey is like a dream, and the sunset gently embraces the earth.

Prose: Smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River: a journey of the soul

The red dust is complicated, and life is like a spiritual journey, starting from the countryside and moving towards the sky.

In the midst of chaos, we look for direction and take steady steps when making decisions, and every step is in line with the rhythm of the landscape. In the face of wind and rain, we snuggled up to each other to keep warm, and our smiles were like sunshine illuminating the front; When you encounter the beautiful scenery, you will quietly treasure it and weave bright memories for the future. Every journey may have scars, and there may be blanks in every piece of prosperity. Love or not, you should have hope, like the stars shining, and realize the whispers of the wind and the soaring of dreams.

Prose: Smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River: a journey of the soul

I would like to be the flower of tranquility, witness the sun rise and the moon set, the clouds roll up, in the long river of time, waiting for a wonderful encounter, and you to paint a brilliant chapter that belongs to us.

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