Author: Yin Jianling
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Publish Date: 2004-04-01
Features: When I was young, I stood on the lonely street, watching the scenery along the way, like all the innocent and happy children. Because of innocence, there was joy. We grew up in the web woven by many pairs of eyes; we were the cherished children. But life had already set up a mysterious puzzle. Many people couldn’t see it, and many walked a long way before looking back and realizing its transformed face and the irresistible temptation. At that time, who held your small hand and strolled on the street after the rain? Who opened the window hanging deep in the alley for you? I only know that the street we left behind still had songs with the same melody, and there were always new children who kept replaying our stories.
Remember that year under the flowers
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