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Nango reminisces about her childhood

author:Heluo Book Sword Poetry

Catch dragonflies at noon, hold your breath and walk lightly.

All kinds of eyes are invisible, subliminal, and hear the sound of flowers falling in the ears.

As if it had been, the years did not pause.

Thinking of the dream of finding the homeland, the wounded feelings have been separated from the youth for several journeys.

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