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"A sound of Wu--Floating Astronomy--floating into his dreams, wetting his memories forever.

He stared blankly at the bright full moon on the treetops outside, and gradually became hazy with his blurry eyes.

However, Swallow's cracked hands gradually became clear in his memory, making him feel heart-wrenching pain. It was those hands that, when he was the weakest, had been placed on his weak shoulders, helping him to support his own sky; those hands, on the mountain road where he left his hometown, had waved countless times, giving him the deepest concern; those hands that gave his family the greatest comfort on the day he left home!

As the autumn gradually approaches, I wonder if the walnut trees she has worked hard to plant are also desolate, leaving only dark branches, scattered with helplessness all over the ground with the cold autumn wind. On the withered and lonely mountain, is there still a familiar figure looking at the saplings all over the mountain with relief, and a happy smile blooming on her face?

...

Whenever he thinks of this, Fugui's eyes will always be filled with tears of heartache and longing, which will make him unable to sleep all night.

He stroked the swallow's photos affectionately, and the swallow's smile was still so gentle. He pressed the swallow's photos tightly on his face, and it seemed that he could still feel her hair flowing in the wind, with a few traces and strands passing by his sad heart. Those unforgettable memories were like huge pearls, strung together by her long hair and swaying in the wind.

The moonlight was still there, but the familiar voice was missing. Once upon a time, the voice resounded in his ears, and the warm calls kept whipping his thoughts, making him unable to sleep all night.

Outside the window, there was the rustling sound of dead leaves falling to the ground. Fugui sighed, "The fallen leaves in my hometown are not sad." Nowadays, the fallen leaves in a foreign land are just countless melancholy. In the heart, the occasionally thoughts and comforts appear, are facing this silent destruction.

He listened to the sweet snoring of his comrades. He really didn't know if their young hearts were like him, and would their thoughts wander in their distant hometown?

Dawn on the lower bunk made a few dreams, maybe he was chewing on the past at this moment. Fugui looked at his sleeping face and felt a sense of emotion from his heart. Since he recovered from the team, he was still the familiar goshawk. From him, Fugui had a new interpretation of life: although life is fragile, when a person's will exceed the threat of death, then this life is no longer fragile. Perhaps, what people lack is the yearning for life!
Chapter completed!