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Later, as I revisited the past, I realized that time had flown by like the wind.
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It’s already great to have someone by your side that summer.
The spring rain will cease, and people will grow old, but the aroma of that bowl of noodles is unfor
What is the best age in a person’s life?
Be a grown-up in the wind and rain, and a child in the sunshine.
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Hidden among the minced petals is the entire height of summer.
Half-turning the jump rope, I glimpse the hardships Mom never spoke of.
The clouds outside listen as we chat about a fairytale of the base.
The chirping of insects drifts over the field ridges, and the moon chases after the path we once ran
Autumn rain sings a chilly song, yet our hearts burn with warmth.
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The stretch of road where I waited for the bus with my mom now feels so short when I think about it.
We huddle around the fire, warming the old chill and waiting for the new night to brighten.
No need to say a thing—just being there is enough.
Girls’ friendships are simple—just get together and there are always little secrets to share.
Light a single lamp, and awaken the entire expanse of starlight.
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Let time be time, let the past be the past, and let beginnings begin.
That red flower on the boots—just looking at it fills my heart with the warmth of the New Year.
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The rooftop holds so many secrets, including that unspoken expanse of blue sky.
A porcelain bowl brimming with springtime charm, mustard fragrance swirling around silver threads.
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The nightlight flickers, illuminating the people in the room.
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