When I was a child, I had no memory of my parents taking me to play.
All I have is grandpa and grandma.
It's just a study that is dark all year round and doesn't like the light.
In my memory, it is so dark and heavy. It seems that my grandfather and grandmother's life time has been piled up there, but in fact, it is just the place where I placed all my dreams when I was a child.
How can one live a bright and relaxed life?
It was too shallow and could not bear the loneliness of my youth.
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