I'm in a bad mood, only code words can relieve my sorrow
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The breeze is gentle and the sun is warm.
The bicycle is pedaled, and the hair over the shoulders is flying in the wind.
The long river of time, the hometown of memory.
Every little bit of daily necessities, I open my eyes and see you.
If people want to have dreams, I hope the dreams are in each other's hearts.
Purpose: To write a literary and artistic article