The most profound thing is that Perry is riding a bicycle, laughing like a child, pedaling his feet quickly and hard, a distant view, a big tree with fallen leaves, a building like a building block in the distance, he ran fearlessly with a wow sound. Towards a large group of blackbirds who were thinking about the lake, as Perry moved forward, the blackbirds flew into the blue sky, and the watercolor-like picture was occupied by countless black dots. Those birds were like the myriad ideals in his heart. The stable and realistic grass soared violently, the higher he flew, the happier he laughed,
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