Once a year, I didn't understand my grandmother's dialect when I came here, but now I have long been integrated with it, and I have been left by the teacher with my friends to write English words to see the starry sky at night, and there is also the grand scene of fishing rods everywhere on the lake in midsummer, and those monotonous and gray memories in Chu are getting farther and farther away, no matter which side, those good and bad things can no longer be judged, even if I see the person concerned again, I can't say any anger or joy, just because, we are all older, you care, you don't care, You can't start a duel in the voice of a child anymore.

17 February 2018

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