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By Brian Wong Published about a month ago 1 min read

Human life is like four seasons.

The arrival of summer will fade away the glitz of spring and the loneliness of autumn, leaving behind a beautiful mood as clear as the sky.

Early summer, this meaningful season, although there are still some familiar or unfamiliar faces, will keep flashing in my mind;

The past events that remain in my heart will still fiddle with my calm heart from time to time. The beautiful scenery that once made people's hearts beat still remains in my heart.

The years are like the water of a river, coming and rolling away all the way.

On the road of mortals, the long series of footprints falling behind are like fallen leaves in late autumn, so quiet, beautiful and comfortable.

How many past events, how many obsessive memories, and how many ecstatic dreams are now, with the passage of time, poetically transformed into bits and pieces of the story of time.

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Brian Wong

Hello, I'm Brian Wong , a 29-year-old aspiring writer dedicated to weaving captivating stories that resonate with the depths of human experience.

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