Dusty Memory
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As the sun set in the west, a black Mercedes-Benz car slowly drove into Yanzhou County. Pedestrians next to it saw their own figures in the car and couldn't help but exclaim: It's so beautiful! The Mercedes-Benz sedan circled the city and slowly stopped on the Xihe Bridge in the west of the city. A nearly sixty-year-old man got out of the passenger seat, walked around behind the driver, opened the driver's rear door, and helped an elderly man with silver hair out. They looked at Yanhe for a long time. The elder shook his head in confusion: "I can't find it. It should be in this area." The elder took out two yellowed black and white photos from the black handbag he carried with him. One was the gate of the oil plant, and the other was the panoramic view of the oil plant. The old man compared the photos but could not find any traces of the past, and said to himself: "It has been almost sixty years, and earth-shaking changes have taken place here, but the surrounding mountains have not changed, they are still so high, they must be nearby.
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