a river was born, out of a longkang. he witness the birth and celebrate it in the dawn of the hour. when birds herald the joy of the day and traffic drumming up the activties. when the first daylight peels open the veil of the day and shimmering water flow beckons the joggers....
friends, you are so fortunate to be that early bird who wakes up from a sweet dream, into another...
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