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Childhood is a clean stream. I am very happy in it. I was in trouble outside. My childhood was a crooked Hongqiao. I am immature in the back and sensible in the front. I have grown up. My childhood was a sweet dream. I just carry my heart and my shoulders. My childhood is a small photo. My childlike innocence is there and my life is here.
Homesickness is a warm sweater when you are ignorant. People who weave here are a shallow stream after going to school at that end. I stand at the finish line. My mother grew up at the source. Homesickness is a distant flute. He plays at that end and I listen at that end. Homesickness is a full moon now. Everyone watching is at that end.
If I were you, I would also sing loudly: this is a land that has gone through five thousand years of vicissitudes, and it will always inspire us to move forward. This is the proud wind of strong running, and this is the firm belief from the people ...-Later, when I died, even my soul melted into the depths of the land. Why do I often miss it? Because I love my motherland!