When I was a kid, the swings in the playground were always the most popular.
There is always a whole row of small people lined up next to the two or three swings.
This small kindness often queues in the long queue of people with great expectations, but always leaves with tears in eyes.
Because Ende is relatively thin, he is often bullied by the group of children who are taller, stronger, and older than him.
He would never have a chance to sit on the swing that was swinging back and forth.
Not as long as they're here.
After being kicked out of the team, he could only watch with admiration with hazy tearful eyes as the swing sent the lucky child into the arms of the blue sky.
Finally one day, he sat on the swing as he wished.
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