See you later, traveler.

See you later, Traveler's Essay/Qian Ning Qian Ning (Shandong) listening to the light music of saxophone seems to have crossed the future and returned to the present. I ate two cakes tonight, just because I was full and didn't want to go home, just because I was full and didn't feel anxious, so that I could sleep well and stop thinking. The light music of Salas came again, as if it had brought me to the Sahara guitar. Although I haven't learned it, I look forward to having my favorite guitar and playing one or two favorite songs one day. The ethereal and long songs of the first three heroines brought me to Tibet. I came to a grassland, shouted twice, then turned to dance, smiled, laughed and had fun thinking that you saw the distant North Pole. You saw the beautiful fish on the bottom of the sea, and you saw all the beautiful scenery worth seeing in the world. You turn around and dance into your hometown, and everything is worth waiting for. Even if you turn around and dance into your hometown, all the pupae have broken their cocoons. Even living in the gutter, there are still people looking up at the stars. Goodbye, traveler, this moment is heaven, and this moment is synonymous with all good things.

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