In the warm autumn evening, the father and his daughter ride bicycles together. They cross the forest path, ride across the grass, and ride up the high slope to the calm lake.
The father hugged his daughter and boarded the boat. The daughter waited quietly by the lake, waited until the boat was blurred in sight, and waited until the sun was about to set. The father was too late, and the daughter rode back on a small bicycle alone. Since then, my daughter has come to the lake to wait every day. She rides a bicycle to and fro, rain or shine. Over the years, little girl is a woman, a mother, and she gets old in a blink of an eye.
She, who was already old, came to the lake day after day, until the lake dries up and turned into a grassland. She came to the boat sleeping on the bottom of the lake and lay in the boat as if lying in the warm arms of her father
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