Nostalgia in Accent
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I have flown across the Pacific Ocean several times. Everything turned into the boundless blue of the sea, the blue of the sky, and it seemed that even the air among them was the kind of floating and transparent tile blue. After being washed by the bright sunshine, they become vast, dazzling, mysterious and thrillingly blue, as if they are in a fairyland. At that moment, I felt that the plane was not moving, as if it was melting into the boundless blue sky. Thinking about it in the future, I always feel that the blue tiles washed by the sun are both real and illusory. Without the help of modern flight carriers in the twentieth century, crossing the Pacific Ocean would be just a dream for most people, but for me, such a dream is impossible.
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