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In the early hours of the morning, Liu Ziguang walked out of the railway station in Jiangbei City. On the dark sky, Starlight Glimmer, the dim light bulb above the exit projected his tall and straight figure on the square. He saw passengers pouring out of the exit, and the taxi drivers and small hotel waiters gathered around like flies, but no one paid any attention to him dressed as a migrant worker. Only a few middle-aged men with paper signs greeted him weakly: "X County, Y County long-distance bus, get on the bus and go!"
Liu Ziguang strode along the street under the street lamp, with mixed feelings in his heart. After eight years, he finally came back. I don't know if my home is still there, whether my parents are okay, whether their hair is white and how they are. Thinking about it, he can't help but speed up his pace.
When I got to a distance from my home, Liu Ziguang suddenly stopped, and her eyes rested on a street cleaner. It was a gray-haired aunt, wearing overalls and sleeves, cleaning the road. I didn't know what festival it was last night, and garbage was thrown everywhere. She bent down from time to time to pick up drink bottles and waste paper and stuffed it into a snakeskin pocket. It seemed that her waist was not very good, and it was very difficult to bend every time.
Suddenly I heard a deep cry behind me: "Mom!" As soon as she stopped sorting out the garbage, she just ...
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