This boundless blue sky adds the strange dream of tilan and blue to this golden afternoon, without the floating of white clouds, without the unbridled black smoke of the factory, but it has more taste.

But look closely, look carefully, as if something is missing, there are still points missing in the depths of this memory, but I can't remember them, but I miss them all the time.

I haven't seen you for a long time, I really haven't seen you for a long time, from spring and summer to season and autumn, time goes by, recalling the past and the eventful years, but how do you look at the beautiful scenery of today, so long, "you" are okay?

From the beginning to the present, I can't see the "you" who migrated southward, the "you" lined up in this word, and the "you" who patrolled the sky with a graceful posture.

Old friend, these thoughts of mine tied to "your" feet, did you help me deliver them that year?

"I Am the Emperor of Freedom" [Essay] 41: I miss the days of chasing joy when the wild geese flew south I am hitting in my hand, please wait a moment,

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