I met my father in a dream last night. He sat on a stone by the roadside, quietly looking into the distance. When I approached him, he murmured to me, "I'll take you to the station, I'll take you to the station." Hearing this, my chest felt congested, and tears welled up in my eyes. I sighed, picked him up and went back to the house, gently placed him on the bed, covered him with the quilt, and watched him fall asleep.
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