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I sat alone on the bed by the well, quietly looking at everything outside the window.
I haven't said a word for a long time.
At the end of the distant mountain, a bright moon sheds soft light like gauze.
The earth is covered with hazy silver.
From a distance, it looks like layers of frost.
I looked up at the bright moon in the sky
Look at me. I was lost in thought.
It seems that she is quietly looking at me, just like my mother's loving eyes.
At this moment, I choked, and I felt the hot liquid in the corner of my eyes.
My heart seems to be stung by something, and the pain is tangled.
I looked down, afraid to face everything in front of me.
I want to clear my mind, but something is moving in my heart.
Maybe I really miss you.
My family, my friends, even the dead wood in my hometown.
I miss you.
Being alone in a foreign land is destined to be accompanied by loneliness.
Whether forced or voluntary.
We chose to leave our homes.
But the thread of missing in my heart is always closely tied to my hometown.
It's night now.
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The night is getting deeper and deeper