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Blurred in my memory, the color appears in a moment.
Just like the eve when you leave, the scenes blurry stock in my head.
The dying swan laying her wings on the moss around the lack.I use the entity to describe the images, and make the emotion connect with the painting to perform the blurry and the changeful eve.