When the white butterflies in the northwest fly away, and when the countries in the east no longer stand in confrontation, they stand on the hillside again, as if they are standing on the other end of the single-plank bridge of time, and they have no choice but to become different.
Where to go——
Du Ruo stood on the hillside, suddenly remembering her childhood when she was boating in the middle of the lake, with fish jumping out of the water beside her skirt. She was startled, and the long pole fell off the side of the boat and slid into the water. It floated leisurely in the ripples. It was clearly right in front of her, but she couldn't grasp the direction.
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I was imagining things in a daze during class.
Concept: a group of completely different yet very similar people