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~ A letter to book friends in the new year
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... ping on the ground in the autumn evening. The rustle of falling leaves. roundabout
Not far away, we saw the park.
The newly painted black iron gate was open, and an old man with a relaxed expression was sitting at the gate, who seemed to be a volunteer of the park.
Taking three steps in parallel, Ning Tao walked into the park and walked towards the path on the left.
The sidewalk is Z-shaped, with a log-colored floor, and there is a bench every few steps, and a newly p ...
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