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At 9 o'clock that night, the down-and-out poet Qiu Tian stumbled forward and came across a telephone pole covered with colorful advertisements. He raised his hand to hug it and touched it, muttering to himself: "Why has the bulletin board become thinner?" Two boys He was riding a skateboard, wearing a cultural shirt and wide denim shorts. He laughed loudly and said loudly: "Hey, look! He's almost drunk." After saying that, he jumped past Qiu Tian like two happy flying fish in the sea. The poor poet Qiu Tian didn't know that he was being pointed at, so he looked up to find out who was drunk. It didn't matter if he raised his head, the only blood in his body could no longer flow to his brain, causing his eyes to darken and he sat down on the ground. After adapting for a while, Qiu Tian finally opened his eyes. It didn't matter that he opened it, he saw the sky. The sky was dark, dotted with some twinkling stars, like a drunken man smashing the sky.
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