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...my yard, still seeing the red dragonflies flying and hearing the noises of frogs beside the pools after summer showersĄ My childhood was a remote yearn, with no end of longing and imaging, lost in maze before I knew and never come back! The rain was killing the last days of fall.The first snow came! It have been killed the last love since the first day of winter. But it's the best that you never come back again. No life is resposible for sad and confused. The Frience student went to landon for his holiday. He knew a little English. Four score and seven years ago, the great wall and the small potato. But remember me for the childhood,please! All of those never come back will live the ...