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The wind blows from the depths of distant memories, bringing in the summer nights with the fragrance of melons and fruits, the barking of yellow dogs in the alleys, and stacks of past events stacked up like mountains. Walking the road of childhood again, picking up the good times that have never faded away, the young man chasing the wind has also entered autumn. This is a recollection of one's mind, a person's quiet thoughts, one frozen picture after another, and once the play button is activated again, the happiness that has flowed away will eventually be reappeared in the form of words.
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