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I can't forget, I can't forget, I can't forget your mistakes, I can't forget your goodness... I am listening to this song again. When I hear this melody, I think of the plane tree in your alley. Standing under the tree and looking through the flower wall, I can see the row of floor-to-ceiling windows. The window glass is always spotless. You are standing in front of the window, holding a book, white skirt, black hair, dimples on your cheeks... It all seems like yesterday. Shao Qi stood under the door number of No. 21 Siqing Road, looking at the unmarked courtyard behind the iron gate, the slide, seesaw, and swing under the wisteria flower trellis.
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