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2021-09-01 22:38:51 Photography

Turn around

The playground when I was a child

On the green lawn near home

Rolling iron hoops, kicking shuttlecock, hiding

Laughter sounds like rain in spring

Forget the equation that can't be solved

I can't hear my mother's rice

Childhood friends are pure and sincere

I'll never forget the promise in my life


Grown up playground

Next to the tall buildings in the business district

Swing, sit on the slide and sing

The noise is like the summer wind

The sound of the market not far away disappeared

The sadness of not seeing the city story

The adult world is complex and deep

In the twinkling of an eye, I can't see the figure I once saw



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