and slept in the long river of dreams. The
little boy named Ingmar had a childhood
acquaintance
that appeared in shock It reminds me of my mother's face, made me laugh out loud by him at the seaside, his kindness is like a gleam of stars, faint and silent . It was a dog-faced time. It was about a strange town . The old man told me to study . The girl taught me to love. My uncle built a summer house and we sat in it, eating biscuits and listening to nostalgic music , those days of pretending to be a dog, those games are left to the years , when I gently think of all my mother's laughing boxing and Fang Song and the painter in the football town
the woman and the sculpture
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