A fallen leaf worried about gains and losses drifted unconsciously in the vast sea of people, carrying an ignorant backpack soaked by the rain, and also picked the graceful camellia, but the salted fish is still a salted fish, and the camellia is still a camellia. In this realistic bustling city, he is still a lonely patient. He wants to stand on tiptoe to pick and see, but his eyes still have not crossed the wall.
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