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Thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, thousands of miles of white bones, hundreds of people walking together, the spirit and bones are still intact, the mountains and rivers remain the same, and we look at the flowers together. My hometown is still the same and I haven't returned yet; the garden is still the same, with flowers blooming and falling, for decades. The red dust is still there. The clouds are still rolling. Spring comes and winter passes, but old friends remain the same and their bones remain intact. If you look at the mountains and rivers, I will guard you; if you have your distance, I will guard your hometown; if you love the motherland passionately, then I will love you deeply.