The night of the afternoon harvest is no longer noisy and boisterous, but only the occasional mechanical roar. Walking alone on the path which was no longer dusty in the village, it was already quiet and serene at the night of 20:00 in the village. Walking through the familiar paths, you can see narrow ditches along the roadside, square and small ponds which are not big …… walking slowly through rows of trees… just like walking slowly through your youth, walking slowly across your side, the starry sky passing through the night ………. unconsciously, I walked through a shabby wall. It seemed carefully that it was my alma mater, and only the shabby wall was left, hanging quietly in the open wheat field, there is no more laughing, slapping and reading …… I am struggling to find the shadow of my childhood. Where is that silly, simple and stupid little girl? Did her footprints stay in the playground on campus, the field outside school, the field, and the heart of her classmates…….? The little girl who once wanted to grow up reluctantly left all the familiar things …… the night of the afternoon harvest, the far-away burnt wheat dried field like fire tree and silver flower, the scene is no less than the neon flickering in the city …… the intoxicating fire made me lost in the afternoon night……

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