Mistaken for a Foreign Country
by Han Haoyue
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Recommended content of "Mistaken Recognition of a Foreign Country" From the east end of the street to the west end of the street, sometimes riding a bicycle, sometimes running; the roadside is covered with sycamore trees, and there are rectangular speakers behind the leaves. It's such a big place, and sometimes we even write letters. On this street, we ride motorcycles, sing karaoke, wander around... Wherever we go, we feel at ease in our hearts. Later, we were drunk here, bent down to embrace the land, and stood up. You were still the host, but I became the guest. In fact, we were aware of it more than ten years ago, but we didn't talk about it. Not saying it means that the past is still there and the past is still there. My hometown is no longer an existence with clear outlines. In the mirror of my soul, she is in a trance, with many reflections, extremely familiar, but also like a foreign country.
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