In his first memory, he was dressed in white, sitting quietly on the big rocks on the shore, with the river water caressing his briskly wiggling toes. The breeze picked up the fallen cherry petals on the ground, whirled and danced in the air, and then slowly fell on his thin shoulders. He raised his hand and gently touched the tender cherry petals. The warm sun penetrated his white fingers, and his eyes overflowed with tenderness. The wind that blew inadvertently took away the short-term attachment in the hand. He tightened his hands, leaving a fragrant fragrance. A vague arc appeared on his lips, extinguishing the brief sleep in his sight.
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