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Do you remember what your father looked like? I remember it, but when I thought about it carefully, what came into my eyes was a familiar back figure. It was a back figure that made me feel invincible in the past, but made me feel distressed later. It was a back figure that was drifting away that made me want to use my own efforts to catch up. It revealed a reassuring depth and perseverance. But why am I flustered? Is it because I can't accurately capture it in my mind? , Or is it getting blurry in my mind?

The crab is peeling my shell, the notebook is writing about me, I am falling on the snowflakes on the maple leaves in the sky, and you are thinking about me.