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The noise and arrogance gradually weakened in summer, and it came to an end. If you are prosperous, you will stay here. In autumn, I strolled lightly. Do not carry natural colors. Only in the morning and dusk, the cool breeze is brave to show, and the autumn has penetrated into the fast-paced life. Busy days make us ignore the changes of seasons. The streetscape of the city makes us unable to find the seasonal outline. Only in the temperature difference and time difference. What kind of mood should we hold a memorial ceremony for the end of the 1980 summer. The time that belonged to us was disconnected. Only memories. The past is hard to pass, there is no but there is no and there is. It’s time to sort out the chaotic mood for the autumn that comes. Remove the long-suppressed haze from the bottom of my heart and thoroughly wash my heart. Go to the park, not Zhou Wei, there are very few people. There is a hill in the park and a small pavilion on the mountain. There is a ego on the pavilion, but the ego dare not look down upon it. This river has been running for thousands of years. There is a boundary on the remote margin which is difficult to reach. It is a rope separating the heaven and earth, and a standard point of alternation between day and night. In opposite. In that land. There are piles of trees surrounded, but the naked eye cannot tell what kind of tree it is. The ups and downs are like hills one by one. There are villages with red walls and ink tiles, which are mixed with each other. I should know that the altitude of this peak is far from enough to let my vision touch my heart. Looking forward to another Spring and Autumn period. Looking at the vicissitudes of life. If you want to relieve the pressure, it is difficult to let go. Down. I know a small piece of weeds beside the path of the mountain depression-green grass. It came here after I left my childhood. Although I know they look alike, like twins. But I know that is no longer the green bristle in my memory.

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