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Seeing the ginkgo tree will think of you, when the wind blows will think of you, the real thought is not specific, but not deliberately remembered, is a movie a song, the scenery encountered when crossing the road, can not help but want to share with you.
You feel like the reality with him stops there, but whenever you talk, talk, think, and watch a certain scene, you feel familiar and then your face doesn't change color.