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I sat at the dormitory window all afternoon. Pick up the long-lost writing brush and spread out a piece of white paper. At this time, the heart seemed to be laid empty, so empty, which made people a little scared. Looking around, there is no one, including the air. The milky white hair beard licked the fragrant ink a few times helplessly and couldn’t help kissing a few words on the empty paper. When memory and memory meet quietly at a happy corner in the mind, a kind of fireworks called memory bloom on the head and become huge one by one?. They seem to be beautiful, as beautiful as flowers. I use the sunshine in my eyes to make them shine. I gently took them off. One by one. Put them on the wilderness of empty paper. It was a wilderness which was almost barren. There were no trees, no grass, no blue sky, no white clouds …… only the footprints with enough words left stepped into the distance. Strange flowers are chasing crazily behind foot footprints with crazy dreams. He didn’t know where his direction was, and he just ran wildly. He didn’t know why he wanted to escape from the pursuit of strange flowers. Was this a kind of consciousness? But where does the strange consciousness come from? Is it the infinite traction of dreams? Enough, he is very hesitant. He thought about the whole space and didn’t find the so-called answer. He closed his eyes to let sleepiness invade his mind. However, his mind was still filled with ruthless thoughts. Everything is just a struggle for nothing. The river formed by all consciousness drips him further and further into the distance. Perhaps, only in the distance can he find the answer. Therefore, he set out with the reach and confusion of the answer. Wonderful flowers are still chasing. The wind on the wilderness is also blowing wild. They fly in the direction of footprints in the wind! Is it a strange flower chasing foot or foot chasing strange flower?

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