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Thirty-five years of time have passed like the asphalt road shaded by the plane trees in front of the institute, running through my memory deeply and shallowly. But every time I close my eyes, the steam rising from the canteen window, the salty aroma of the food, the crisp sound of the enamel bowls colliding, and... the scene of her turning around unexpectedly, are as vivid as yesterday.