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... e raindrops kept falling, chill and bleak as the frost.
The Lonely Mountain in the rain was picturesque.
So was West Lake in the rain.
The old man with gray hair was dressed in plain cotton clothing. He was stooped and sitting at the junction of mountains and rivers. With a homemade fishing pole in hand, he was fishing.
The Mid-Autumn Festival had passed, and some parts of the Lonely Mountain were still green, but the color yellow that represented witherin ...
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