When I was a child, I liked to listen to the stories of geese flying south. At that time, I thought to myself, when the spring comes back next year, they can all go home, and then I can often see them free and free, so this is a great happiness. However, it suddenly occurred to him that the child who was full of expectations could be sure that it was the wild goose he had photographed that had really returned. After all, they all looked about the same, how could he?

No one answered him, and he didn't bother to ask. At the same time, he always felt that his questions were right, but no one was willing to answer him. The housekeepers and nannies are not very involved in his world......

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