I was looking for tamarisk in half an acre of wasteland. Standing in the grass, I could see lots of tamarisks smiling and swaying in the air. Dreaming that you can present small yellow wild flowers, everything will appear so bright! Until I woke up from the dream, it was very clear, and I was the only one standing in the deserted grassland, like a destitute poet, soaked in fantasy, like a piece of white paper floating into the distance, floating, floating, floating to where?
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