Wedge
When he comes, the northern geese fly south.
In the dusk, the wild geese lined up in a "one" shape, glided past in the sky, and sounded loudly.
He looked up, then turned back to continue his journey;
Like a lone goose that has left the team, it doesn't know what lies ahead, so it just keeps moving forward.
A person, not even a simple package.
It is quiet, quiet and lonely.
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