Many years later, she recalled the past, which was a big dream when she was young, about grass growing and orioles flying across the desert.
The three of them were sitting on the hillside, and Uncle Yan was smoking a cigarette.
Amu was lying on the grass, with a hazy look of sleep on his face.
Bo Chen sat next to him, cleaning his sword, and was meticulous.
It's rare to look up at the sky, the wind is gentle and the sun is beautiful.
Whenever I recall, a long wind blows through my heart.
She chose this direction from the beginning and has no regrets.
From now on, I will continue to do so firmly.
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