When you`re about to say something but then you decide it`s not worth the effort
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In the hutong, golden winds scatter white waxy seeds; Beiping's autumn fills my lapels.
With a thought, the autumn wind rises; with a thought, longing grows. May you be well and I remain unharmed in this season of clear autumn…
Let's hang out together next time, friend.
The sky is really beautiful.