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... the window was still jointing and pulling leaves. When I came back yesterday, the orchids in the half garden were already blooming, white and purple, and the orchids were fragrant. In this quiet afternoon, the breeze with orchid fragrance silently swept into the window gap, gently swept a soft rain in front of the bed over the sky-blue bed tent.
The tent was half-covered and half-hanging, falling low, and a corner of it was swayed by the wind, like a wave of microwaves, blocking the ligh ...
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