If I could, I would like to go back to when I was nine hundred years old, in Qingqiu.
At that time, the sky was high and the water was clear and shallow. My friends and I were carefree on the evergreen hillside chewing the leaves stolen from Zhaoyao Mountain, and teasing the beautiful-faced red cockroaches who got angry when teased in the Yingshui River.
At that time, I was still a naughty little fox, doing all kinds of lawless things and eating all kinds of unexpected food. I thought everyone was looking at me, but in fact, no one was paying attention to me. I don't have to think about anything, I just have fun; I don't have to be afraid of anything, my parents will take care of me if I get into trouble; I dare to love everything, the vast world, good people and bad people; I don't love anything, what love is has nothing to do with me, that's so good.
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