This is a story about growing up
We grow up and down in the wilderness of time. Watching the years pass by the growing branches, those joys and those dreams are all handed over to time.
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Cheng Xia: Zhi Zhi, let me make a wish first. In the next world, I want to be a dog's tail grass, a carefree dog's tail. You will still be my sunflower.
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Shen Zhi: Xiaojiu, it doesn't matter if you secretly left behind my back, you still have to give me hope in the next life of nothingness. But how can I bear to blame you? I know you have worked hard for a long time, and I know you are tired. If it were you, I would like to look forward to that distant next life, where we grow up in the ground where no one can see, and our roots are tightly intertwined. I would like to follow you forever and accompany you to watch the journey of this young man in the wilderness.
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The sun is lazy, the wind is gentle, and the foxtail grass has been mourning all summer.
Intention: free