Many stories, many emotions.
Except for a few stories, I almost have feelings.
The French boy who likes to study history once again saw the photo of the Islamic girl taken on his mobile phone and quickly got up and chased after him. Love may be missed by us at the moment we hesitate.
My favorite ending is the story of the American traveler in Paris. Overlooking the whole of Paris but no one shared, walking alone in the streets of Paris. Sitting on a park bench, with a green field in front of me and the golden sunlight of the evening, "I can only say that I feel joy and sadness at the same time, but more sadness. Because I feel that I am alive, yes, alive. It was from this moment that I started to love Paris, and at the same time I felt that Paris loved me too."
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