When I didn't understand what a real novel was, I wrote such an article when I was young.
I wrote a sad story and placed it in various places. I have no notes and no tags, but I still remember what I wrote for.
I had just returned from the orphanage at that time.
I saw wisteria flowers all over the ground there, I cleaned up countless weeds, I heard the low singing of birds, and I also got a sincere smile from an old man passing by.
Then I was sad.
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I would like to dedicate this article to the elderly in that welfare home.
May you be safe and may the world be peaceful and beautiful.
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