During the autumn harvest moon festival of my senior year, the weather had already turned a bit cool. 。It so happened that Wei Qingfeng's uncle and second uncle came to visit, bringing with them twenty or so people from our family to gather at his house for a reunion dinner. 。,My youngest son, Wei Qingfeng, is one year older than me.,From the moment I could walk, he was my shadow. From the moment I could speak, the words "Qing Feng" were uttered from my lips more frequently than any other. From the moment I had a nascent understanding of the world, he was like a seed planted in my heart, sprouting and growing into a towering tree.。
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