Hong is such a young man, like the lively and fragrant carvings on the old wood. With the epiphany of the gradual drift of life, he polishes the "flower" engraved on the railings shallower and lighter, and tries his best to make the "flower" engraved on the railings lighter and lighter. The traces of sadness were wiped away from the thick flesh and blood, but the fragrance has become a poison that penetrates into the wood... Years later, the old wood has rotted and the crumbs are scattered all over the ground, but the smiling face can still be found in the specks of dust, and it still seems to be there...
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