1. At that time, at sunset, the lonely figure was blurred instantly.

2. In the street, seeing a back, just like you, will surge in your heart, and that back will disappear at the corner, empty and melancholy.

Mother interpreted her back as a poem, and it was her heart that wrote this poem. Time never refuses to stay in a stamen, and the four seasons change silently. ...

Father's back is entrusted with his great and deep love. Father, I love you!