My memory begins when I was eight years old. The sky was still very bright at that time. When I woke up in the morning, I could see the sun rising on the horizon, but Qilian didn't need to light a lamp when he read.
Later, more and more people died, and Phoenix became darker and darker day by day.
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This article was written when I was a freshman in college. It has been a year since I graduated from college. I came across this article by chance and decided to post it to remember my youth.
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