If I were an 80-year-old, it would be very hard to speak clearly, most of the time I would be slumped in a certain chair, watching the world around me move to its own rhythm like it did decades ago Turn, this time I want to make a movie, what should I say?
Maybe a ray of sunset shone on me at this time, and people and objects near and far were shrouded in a layer of blood-red fog. At this time, my heart may suddenly turn over a burst of excitement, and there are countless memories without details. A touch of sweetness swept in, thick and gentle.
Then there is a faint joy that has a long aftertaste. I don't know where it came from, and it flows down little by little. When anyone walks by you, you can't help but smile on the ground.
At this time, you already understand everything, everything is so simple, but when you want to say it, you suddenly lose your words. I don't know when a feeling of comfort quietly soaked through your body, so you continued to slump in the chair, forgetting your age, and a thick cloud rolled in your mind.
It's time to take a break, let it slow down, and give the souls chasing after a little time. You talk to yourself.
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