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In the gloomy apartment building, on my mother's first seventh day of the festival, her beloved pea yolk and egg yolk pie covered the smiling face in the black and white photo...

Flowers bloom and fall, things change and people change. The osmanthus tree in the atrium of the thatched cottage had become a little richer over the three spring and autumn years. Chang'e, who had been waiting eagerly, finally disappeared from sight of the man who was longing for her in her heart...