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Walking into the wilderness, walking on the edge of rice, apples and autumn, I came back. The valley is still the same as before. Under the gray wings of the blue wild pigeons, the setting sun lifts up the warm smoke from the kitchen. The country roads are covered with decaying grass and the riverbanks and the birch forests hug the kind-hearted villages. It reminds me of the virtues, smiles and the changes after hardship. However, sadness is also spreading in the dusk today many years later...