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童趣（Playful） I recall that when I was young, I could look into the sun wide eyed and notice the smallest things. When I see small things, I must look at their textures carefully, so I often feel the pleasure of being beyond the subject itself. The hum of mosquitoes in summer, like thunder, I secretly liken them to a group of white cranes flying in the air. I think so. Hundreds of mosquitoes really turn white cranes. I lift my head to look at them, and my neck becomes stiff. (I) and a few mosquitoes in the undyed yard, slowly spray them with the smoke and let them smoke while flying towards the