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Poppy·How sad are the green years? How sad are the green years? The past is in my mind. The north wind blows every night in the playground, and life is an irreversible dream. The vows made in the Buddhist temple are still in my ears, but the moon is waxing and waning. How much sorrow can you have? Just like the winter snow on the cold river drifting by itself. This book is a collection of short stories!