In the last lesson, she read "Slow Voice" on the podium, with a little Jiangnan accent, but it was in the trembling of the clear and distant. She quietly glanced at the last row of the classroom, where she sat with her son, Chang Jing, who suddenly grew taller this summer. Chang Jing��s hand held his chin and looked at the window carelessly. The summer has passed, and the mourning of autumn is like the rain of the phoenix tree. Large layers of clouds and finely-divided clouds, veined mountains and cold and vigorous mountains, light and trivial rains and heavy rains
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