In the setting sun, the figure of the little fish gradually faded away in his hazy sight, hazy, and disappeared until it was gone. Every frame was like a close-up of a movie, deeply embedded in his heart. Even after a long time, he still remembered the pain, that autumn.
That autumn evening, there was an orange sunset in the sky, just like the warm, smiling eyes of the young man wearing a dark gray windbreaker whom I first met by the lakeside.
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