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“Guokuo, Guoguo, ci… ciguo cake, fragrant…”
“Brother, after Qiu’er finishes eating this delicious, golden pancake fruit, can you tell Qiu’er another story?”
“Brother, Xia’er has signed up for the singing competition, will you teach Xia’er a song?”
“Brother, can you dance folk dances? Chun’er wants to learn…”
Zhuang Zhou dreamed of a butterfly, and the butterfly waved its wings gently, changing the wheel of life in suffering, and also changing the sky of Shengyu.