A story about waiting for the geese to return, but never being able to wait again...
In fact, the earliest name of this short story was not "Migratory Birds" but "Wild Geese Passing Without Traces".
Later I realized that the pain will not disappear even if ten or twenty years have passed, so I changed it to "Migratory Birds".
Ps: The picture is found from the Internet... Pay tribute to the great network and SHE...
My ancient sayings are long, poke me, poke me
My ancient short story, poke me, poke me
Another short story of mine, poke me, poke me
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