Everything here seems to be the same. People's life in a step-by-step manner seems to have changed a little bit around them, but this will not change anything, anyway, no one knows where they will end up.
My father tried to keep the woods, like the old tortoise trying to get out of control, although he didn't know where it went after a heavy rain.
Ali guards the egg, like a friend's obsession with a big city. Why throw away the dripping red tomatoes and go to a cage to suffer?
Along the trajectory of the light, the dust raised all the way covered everyone, life was slow and lacking vitality, the water from the tap outside the bathroom could not wipe away the tiredness of this place, the thunderstorm could not wash away the surrounding dust, but here’s The river was still flowing, and the marked tree trunks still looked down on the earth, and the May sunlight passed through the blue clouds and through the branches and leaves, still evenly spreading on the land.
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