Chaoyang like old friends eyes, looked at me in the gentle horizon, so I did not move forward with the sun staring, eyes deep in a slowly flowing river. When I was suddenly filled with an urge to want to talk, old friends turned away, his back faded into a blur of wandering wind, Fluttering in my life's journey, like the whispers of loved ones left and asked softly, bring me the wind drift thoughts, as long as the journey of life.
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