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Do you still remember the first time we met? At that time, you had bright eyes, clear eyes, and lovely Shanshan. At that time, he was upright in green clothes and walking alone on horseback. In the evening breeze are your clouds that disperse with the wind. Under the setting sun is his stunned figure. Many years later, bits and pieces of the past come to mind, and trivial memories suddenly become clear - or the bouquet of fallen flowers that you and I buried together in the late spring field. Or the cup of tea you brewed for me on a summer afternoon. The carelessness of the past has been replaced by the remembrance of today. But at that time, maybe all this was just ordinary in the eyes of you and me. The most painful memory, you said that falling in love was the most fateful meeting. The extravagant warmth, the tearful kiss goodbye. The road is full of thorns, holding hands until this life. In that year, the west wind was cold alone, and the yellow leaves were rustling and the windows were closed. Meditate on the past and set up the setting sun.