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校园足球 U3
/imagine prompt: Happy Rain on a Spring Night [Author] Du Fu, Good Rain Knows the Season, When Spring Happens. With wind the spring rain sneaks in night. Silently, it moistens everything. The clouds on the wild path are all black, and the fire on the riverboat is bright. When it is dawn, the damp soil will be covered with red petals, and there will be countless colorful flowers in the streets and alleys. Good rain seems to pick the season and come in the spring when all things sprout. Accompanied by the gentle breeze, quietly entered the night. Fine and dense, nourishing all things on the earth. Thick black clouds enveloped the fields and paths, with only a small fishing fire on the riverside fishing boat emitting a ray of light, appearing particularly bright. When the day breaks, the damp soil must be covered with red petals, and the streets and alleys of Jinguan City must also be a colorful scene.:: --ar 1:1 --v 5.1
/imagine prompt: Happy Rain on a Spring Night [Author] Du Fu, Good Rain Knows the Season, When Spring Happens. With wind the spring rain sneaks in night. Silently, it moistens everything. The clouds on the wild path are all black, and the fire on the riverboat is bright. When it is dawn, the damp soil will be covered with red petals, and there will be countless colorful flowers in the streets and alleys. Good rain seems to pick the season and come in the spring when all things sprout. Accompanied by the gentle breeze, quietly entered the night. Fine and dense, nourishing all things on the earth. Thick black clouds enveloped the fields and paths, with only a small fishing fire on the riverside fishing boat emitting a ray of light, appearing particularly bright. When the day breaks, the damp soil must be covered with red petals, and the streets and alleys of Jinguan City must also be a colorful scene.:: --ar 1:1 --v 5.1
/imagine prompt: Happy Rain on a Spring Night [Author] Du Fu, Good Rain Knows the Season, When Spring Happens. With wind the spring rain sneaks in night. Silently, it moistens everything. The clouds on the wild path are all black, and the fire on the riverboat is bright. When it is dawn, the damp soil will be covered with red petals, and there will be countless colorful flowers in the streets and alleys. Good rain seems to pick the season and come in the spring when all things sprout. Accompanied by the gentle breeze, quietly entered the night. Fine and dense, nourishing all things on the earth. Thick black clouds enveloped the fields and paths, with only a small fishing fire on the riverside fishing boat emitting a ray of light, appearing particularly bright. When the day breaks, the damp soil must be covered with red petals, and the streets and alleys of Jinguan City must also be a colorful scene.:: --ar 1:1 --v 5.1
Hands protect the brain, medical minimalist wind, backlight, wide angle, summer, 8k,:: --ar 9:16 --v 5.1
Hands protect the brain, medical minimalist wind, backlight, wide angle, summer, 8k,:: --ar 9:16 --v 5.1
Hands protect the brain, medical minimalist wind, backlight, wide angle, summer, 8k,:: --ar 9:16 --v 5.1
Hands protect the brain, medical minimalist wind, backlight, wide angle, summer, 8k,:: --ar 9:16 --v 5.1
a man's head with blue eyes and highlighted brain, in the style of thx sound, highly detailed illustrations, dark violet and light red, bugcore, caffenol developing, snailcore, back button focus
he drizzle soaked the time, luxuriant grass, year after year, and grow together with hate. Phoenix floor deep, how many things like smoke, sealed in memory. Looking at the bronze mirror decorated with Luan bird pattern, embroidered with mandarin duck brocade quilt, missing the past, heart-broken. The red building, a hundred feet high, was facing the broad road. Dusk or early morning, there is always a light thunder outside the building. Beautiful beauty ah, lonely leaning against the building side of the appendix, bored the pedestrians on the road one by one count. In an instant, the car passed by, rolled up the dust, to the treetop. Alas, the pedestrians on the road and the women in the building, are imperceptibly old in this red dust. In the evening, a cold rain came from the west wind. In the Ming Dynasty, when the road is filled with water and water and sad. Dream, the REINS, thousands of miles of drift, the soul back to the dream, I saw little Yang flowers, floating full embroidered bed. Heartless people ah, I half hid the lady, but you have been slow to come, the sunset, see live up to the beautiful scenery of three spring days, shed light tears a few lines.