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In the evening

I came back to this cotton field.

The yellowing autumn is grinding its teeth not far from

my narrow heart.

Trembles gently.

Like cotton peaches spitting out white lies.

An old man is fishing by the pond.

He is illuminated by the setting sun.

Long gone are the days of remorse.

A peasant woman watering manure in a vegetable field.

A dog lies there quietly.

Long gone are the memories.

I gave up my long rejection and began to accept.

This wordless countryside.

and our unforgettable old memories.