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简介：The setting sun is brilliant, the sunset dyes the clouds red, crushing the summer in this backward small town in China, not only the old times, but also the memories are sealed in the interlayer of memory, and then the aftertaste is smudged bit by bit, the uncle and nephew are in Against the backdrop of the setting sun, the figure grew longer and longer, disappearing into the mottled tree-lined streets.