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北风向南吹,南雁向北飞。我在这充满诗意的季节,来到故乡,在老家中看到那美的夕阳。看到夕阳时我是无意的,无意的近乎没有知觉:
The north wind blows south and the south geese fly north. In this poetic season, I came to my hometown to see the beautiful sunset in my hometown. When I saw the setting sun, I was unconscious and I was unintentionally unconscious: