I sat down and took a sip of tea, then turned my head to take a look: I was still wearing a green shirt when I was still young, but it was even thinner, with floating dust flying through the sparse forest; bamboo shadows were slanted across the clothes and robes. The dull face and dull expression were deeply imprinted in the turbulent flow of time, and became one of the few quiet moments that can be recalled in the future.
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