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The moment when my heart is stunned recently is when my fingers are searching on the calendar, and I accidentally find that August 7th is the beginning of autumn. It’s actually autumn. Looking back on this summer, I really want to do nothing. Not a single date, rarely going out, too lazy to reply to news, painkillers and cephalosporins lying in the drawer, the alarm clock for three meals rang on time, and the doctor’s scribbled note on “no alcohol” in the medical record. Every summer crush that used to hide in fine sweat has disappeared this year. Speaking of summer, I will think of the sea, movies, stars, the back seat of an electric car, the evening wind, music, people, people’s heartbeats. Those who establish an overwhelming intimacy in a certain environment are limited to the seasons of summer. Following those dense knots…
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