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Categories: metropolis
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This is my autobiographical novel, the history of my soul, my love, my life, my growth and my trials and tribulations ...... The iron tree frozen for a thousand years finally appeared buds, branches south of the blooming peach blossom, delicate and elegant; branches north of the exhibition of plum blossoms, cold and elegant. The peach blossom is sparse sideburns to pass the spring letter? Or is it the plum blossom playing with the baby outside the fence? Is the smoke rhyme disoriented life? Or a pillow of yellow sorghum broken flower dream? I have a gale...