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At that time, Hong Qi was holding a chicken wing in his hand, watching a bird fly by, far away. Hong Qi and I sat opposite each other, with the shadow of a big mountain covering us - time seemed to have a deep, long and wide shape here. The mountain is Huashan. The shape of the dead tree seemed to have been shaped at will by the wind, full of untamable wildness. The wind also has a wild spirit - running around like a wild dog in the valley - although it cannot be seen with the eyes, it can be felt.
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