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Dear child.
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The winds of the sea, fast pedaling bicycle, without realizing it, gently sang out: "Dear children, today there is no crying ......" only one sentence, then stunned and froze, no longer able to send out any sound. I claimed I couldn't stand the cold of that city, and I excused myself for not wanting to stay there to watch others have a family reunion, and I came here to travel in the warmth of spring, but only to fulfill the wishes of the two of us many years ago....