Whenever I listen to my favorite music, I always shake my head. When I was a child, I held the radio with a familiar melody. Every sound, every sound, was my familiar accompaniment. I would sit with my friends shoulder to shoulder in the fields. We would be good friends for a lifetime. There was only one road between the countryside and the city. The road became narrower and narrower, and the moonlight shone into the narrow room, the sound of fighting in the countryside was yesterday. When I think back, I can't remember the details. I only remember that I probably have a good friend waiting for me in the distant countryside. I haven't been back to my hometown for a long time, and I seldom have the opportunity to set foot on that hot land. In order to live, in order to live better, I stayed in a piece of land that I shouldn't have stayed in. It was too late to regret. Too many regrets, tears refreshed yesterday's reluctance.


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