The afterglow rises and the sun returns. Looking up, the sky is still so blue, and it contains a lot of past and hope. Childhood comes back to mind, and I want to remember a lot! The village of childhood, the past of childhood. ...
12-24
Rolling the iron ring to measure the dirt road days far away Jumping leather bands Counting the days of childhood far away Carrying a bow and arrow holding a wooden gun to eject the days far away Chasing birds and fish climbing trees down the river Days looking at the stars...
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