There will always be some fragments like this in my memory: in the sunset, the young Shu Yang stood under the shade of the tree and smiled at me, his smile was clean and warm. He called my name, Doudou. Then he showed his beautiful teeth. Then I will think of the amber-pure sky, the migratory birds flying overhead with low flapping wings, and the ancient ginkgo tree that keeps singing sadness.
The past slowly settled bit by bit and finally disappeared.
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