241 When a man grows up and feels that the stars in the sky are no longer good to count, he will clearly understand that behind the illuminated stars is the real sun, and he sees people working in the sun, turning over the rice, harvesting piles and piles of grain, and living a carefree life, but under the stars, in his town, people sleep with the doors closed, the thieves dodge with their backpacks and startle the dogs, the lights are not extinguished in a few places in the streets not far away, there are three or two drunks who are choking and talking nonsense, and the person who passes by the door of the tavern is a man in a woolen coat, Wearing a high hat and putting her hands in her pockets empty, there was the joy of a merchant girl sending off a guest and picking up a guest, and suddenly from the darkness came an invisible face, a mentally tortured person, and kept shouting liars in his mouth!

Swindler! It's all liars! It was as if it was going to end it all. He knew that such a group of people belonged to the starry sky in the dark night...... He really wants to have his own family portrait like his parents.

—————————————————— note: Thank you for always reading my poems, now that they are all finished, I start with the nightshade of the night, and also end with the people under the stars, echoing from beginning to end, and then not writing a collection.

"The Collection of Songs" poems, additional prose Farewell to childhood, farewell to the starry sky New end is in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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