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清明前的这个夜晚,一个人,静静地想念我的外公。这个夜晚没有下雨,一切都是温暖的,布满了柔和的色调,就像记忆中的那些故事,那些时光,那些爱。
On this night before the Ching Ming, one person quietly missed my grandfather. There was no rain this night. Everything was warm and covered in soft tones. It was like the stories in memory, those times, those loves.