Sunrise and sunset.
The years flowed by like running water.
Looking up, a thousand birds are rushing towards a great feast, resolute and heroic. The sound of wings vibrating rumbled across the sky.
The sound flew farther and farther, and when it raised its head again, the world returned to silence. It seemed that the scene just now was an illusion. There was no trace left in the blue sky, only a piece of gray feather quietly floating down, floating down...
That is the only witness.
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This is my first novel in Jinjiang. I will try my best to write it well.
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