I returned to my parents' home after a long time in the Bon Festival. My mother touched me gently as if I had noticed something. I was used to urban life, and I felt that the summer in the country was always hot. Sweat does not stop from morning till night, it seems that mother is the same. Sweat that sweeps through my neck, sweat from the forehead, sweat in the breast, I was conscious of my mother as a woman.
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