living in a foreign land for many years, but finally returning to my hometown. The glory in their eyes, but the loss in their hearts, can't be explained if they don't understand.
A lot of people know me but I'm not sure I know them. On the way they smiled and waved at me. At the telecommunications bureau and the bank window, I met my classmates whom I hadn't seen for many years. They recognized me at a glance and came to my convenience. On the trail when I was climbing, I coincided with my cousin who had helped me that year. If you meet an acquaintance on a small street, you can stop and talk or nod your head... It turns out that there is no need for a trace of embarrassment and no pretense of restraint. They have known you for a long time, and you are the original you.
Later, I traveled around the mountains and rivers of my hometown, looked at the places I had traveled before and had not traveled before, and thought about some distant or similar histories in connection with them, and discovered some beauty that had been overlooked before, and suddenly something was fresh in my heart.
The world has many sides, and life has many sides. Any temporary and one-sided depression should not make life lose interest. As long as you discover and walk, there are still many places worth leaving traces.
There is no choice but to fade away, it seems like the return of Yan - I feel like a play, unfortunately, when
I look back, that person is not in the dim light.
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