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A beautiful little girl.
Everyone calls her a leprechaun because she is good-looking.
Over time, she forgot her name.
In the deep house, she lives at the bottom, and enough paper is broken. There was a small wind leaking in at night, so she simply stood up and let the bright moon shine in. She is addicted to watching it and doesn't know what to watch.
Next to the house is a big well. The wet nurse washes clothes by the well every day, as if she can't finish it no matter how she washes it. She stayed by, throwing stones, jumping over the grid and humming songs that no one could understand. Sometimes the sun is shining, and the open sheets bulge in the warm wind, so she wraps herself in, giggling and muttering, "Great, no one can find me."
Her life seems to be confined to this house and this well.
Sometimes, she will go out and clean her face, and the nurse will lead her through the pavilion. Before she could see how many colors there were in the path of colored stones under her feet, she was hurriedly taken to the front hall to see her father. Of course, she is not the only one who saw this man named father. Whenever he comes back, there are usually people in the hall, and many children are screaming and screaming. She stood by and stared at the rich peony hanging in the hall. The juice is bright, as if in the blink of an eye, the color ...
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