Wind blows, flowers fall, goodbye, when?

Dear, how are you?

When I was in the wind for a year, I have not seen you with you for a year.

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Six years ago, I met you for the first time. At that time, I was 8 and a half years old, and you were 7 and a half years old. That is the first time I have had the feeling of meeting each other for the first time in 14 years. In a blink of an eye, we played together for 5 years; in a blink of an eye we separated for a year. This seems to be the longest time we have separated.

In those happy years of the past five years, we had a quarrel, and the Cold War had never stopped. We all fantasized, worked hard, and struggled. We were both stunned by the parents, screaming with the parents and madly playing together. Together with the air conditioning in the evening, watching the quilt, Princess Barbie was hungry and shouted, your mother bought it late to eat, and went to sleep together in the middle of the night. The voice was too loud and was approved by the parents. I remember once we went shopping with my mom and someone said that we are like two sisters.

Later, when I went to the country to go to the country, we spent less time together. After the summer vacation, I think we can finally go crazy together, but I didn’t expect your father to change jobs. Your family has returned to your hometown. We have not even seen each other. You can only listen to the other party's voice by phone.

When it is a year of flowers, I don’t know when we will see you again. I really want to miss you.

People who love you

August 20, 2019

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