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This is a long journey, from night to day, from tomorrow to yesterday. Before dawn, we kept walking forward, and after sunrise, we found the final answer.

All dandelions are waiting for a gust of wind to blow into the sky. He waited for the gust of wind flying into the sky, but he was a dandelion curled up in a glass bottle. The glass cover was too tight, so on the street full of sunshine and ginkgo leaves, the gust of wind only hugged him gently through the thin shell. A short story about dreams, warmth, and farewell