It seems like I was told this sentence when I was young and waiting for me to grow up
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Draw the flowing clouds with your childish fingertips
Describe fairy tales with clear pupils
The old deck chair outside the courtyard gate squeaks
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Together but silent
Time has worn out the palace circles and annual rings, it seems we are tired
So with the fragrance of osmanthus, I can freeze the moment by waving my hand.
This is the first page of the story
The old man is fine and well, but the child cannot read the sunset.
