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I thought that this road that had been walked countless times and had not been walked for many years had changed, and the video sent by my father suddenly pulled me back to the past. The snow was covered in layers, and I could still see the yellow under the snow

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I thought that this road that had been walked countless times and had not been walked for many years had changed, and the video sent by my father suddenly pulled me back to the past.

The snow is covered in layers, and I can still see the yellow sand under the snow. I remember when the bus was not open, we had to walk eight miles across a river before we could get on the bus to the county seat.

I remember other people's children carrying their luggage, dry food and pickles step by step through the eight mile road to get a car. My father would take me in a carriage no matter how busy he was in the fields. Originally it was an old white horse pulling the cart, but later the white horse was too old and replaced by its son, the little green horse.

I remember when I got married, I took this bus to leave home, it was also winter, and the snow was very heavy that year. A group of people shivered in the cold wind waiting for the car to come.

Never taking a needle or a thread from anyone else, my father, who never picked up the road, pulled the firewood from the firewood stack of the neighbor's house and lit a campfire to warm me. At five o'clock in the morning, it was still dark in the winter, and the campfire reflected my father's face. Suddenly, there are also dry cigarettes in my father's hands...

I thought that this road that had been walked countless times and had not been walked for many years had changed, and the video sent by my father suddenly pulled me back to the past. The snow was covered in layers, and I could still see the yellow under the snow
I thought that this road that had been walked countless times and had not been walked for many years had changed, and the video sent by my father suddenly pulled me back to the past. The snow was covered in layers, and I could still see the yellow under the snow
I thought that this road that had been walked countless times and had not been walked for many years had changed, and the video sent by my father suddenly pulled me back to the past. The snow was covered in layers, and I could still see the yellow under the snow
I thought that this road that had been walked countless times and had not been walked for many years had changed, and the video sent by my father suddenly pulled me back to the past. The snow was covered in layers, and I could still see the yellow under the snow
I thought that this road that had been walked countless times and had not been walked for many years had changed, and the video sent by my father suddenly pulled me back to the past. The snow was covered in layers, and I could still see the yellow under the snow
I thought that this road that had been walked countless times and had not been walked for many years had changed, and the video sent by my father suddenly pulled me back to the past. The snow was covered in layers, and I could still see the yellow under the snow
I thought that this road that had been walked countless times and had not been walked for many years had changed, and the video sent by my father suddenly pulled me back to the past. The snow was covered in layers, and I could still see the yellow under the snow
I thought that this road that had been walked countless times and had not been walked for many years had changed, and the video sent by my father suddenly pulled me back to the past. The snow was covered in layers, and I could still see the yellow under the snow
I thought that this road that had been walked countless times and had not been walked for many years had changed, and the video sent by my father suddenly pulled me back to the past. The snow was covered in layers, and I could still see the yellow under the snow

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