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Once you are gone, you will not return to your hometown, and it will be another busy year. Life is the hardest outside, far from home is difficult. Whoever saw the wind and rain hit his face, the old haggard white hair Tim. I miss my relatives and friends far away, and I know my old mother

author:The ancient road is a horse

Once you are gone, you will not return to your hometown, and it will be another busy year.

Life is the hardest outside, far from home is difficult.

Whoever saw the wind and rain hit his face, the old haggard white hair Tim.

I miss my relatives and friends far away, and I know that my old mother hopes to return home.

In the end of his life, the leaves returned to the roots, and the rural music was not inseparable.

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