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In the warm glow of the setting sun, the industrious and simple people are struggling to unload the heavy ploughs on their shoulders.
It gives them a holy aura, encircling the fatigue of the years and the heavy life, giving them a relaxed life.
The setting sun gave her everything to the earth, and dedicated it to the earth. This is the radiance of the mountains, the beautiful mountains and the quiet and simple people.
It took her ten thousand gold needles back, the carmine red face reveals a bit shy, slantingly hanging on the top of the
