The golden sunlight is lazily sprinkled in a small courtyard on the edge of the city. Like every weekend afternoon, I sit on my grandfather's bamboo rattan rocking chair and bathe in the sun quietly. Sunlight passes through every corner of the world, and finally stays in my eyes, letting me see the light and letting me see the beauty of the world. Drinking the scent of the noon sun, but it brings ya fascination and weakness, even though the sun is so fascinating, but the "flavor of losing love" after waking up is allIt makes people feel sad. It seems that the things they like have melted and naturalized, and the affection of their love is gone. We fully realize that everything is just a mirror and a moon, and we will all be lost.
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