A poem of Tang Dynasty, a scholar, sent the elegance of Gusu to thousands of households and the history. Therefore, there was a kind of beauty. The elegant demeanour did not decrease for thousands of years. Although before that, Gusu had long been famous all over the world, however, the well-known poetry was once again established as a kind of height, admired and admired by thousands of people. Fengqiao and Hanshan Temple, originally unknown corners, also shine brilliantly in the humanistic history. Even thousands of years later, as long as you sing a sentence of Hanshan Temple outside Gusu city, you will arrive at the passenger ship at midnight, it seems that the smoke and water outside the city of Gusu are boundless, the bright moon and Starlight, the boat shadow and light color, the dusk drum and Morning Bell will turn around in front of us for the first time, and they will ring clearly in the ears, just like this time, can, I can also come back. At this moment, it seems that many people have become the children of Tang Dynasty. In a blue shirt, I can see the frost leaves of the Maple Bridge, listen to the Crow in the night, and the moonlight on my shoulders, the tenderness in the heart is just right. But in the memory of Fengqiao, in the bell chimes of Hanshan Temple, how many lives will be life-long, how many lives will be uncertain, how much warmth and coldness will be intertwined, how many yin and yang are separated, is it true that the maple leaves are dyed every year, the river is full of light and smoke every year, the morning bell is melodious, and the evening drum is low and can be counted clearly? Today’s Moon does not follow the deep sigh of ancient people, hitting the soul. When the old blue silk dyed the mirror Frost, the low complaint haunts the intestines. How helpless This Maple Bridge and this cold mountain temple are, what kind of loss should it be? From the dust and haze of history, and from the wind and smoke of time, could Fengqiao and Hanshan Temple become cold and indifferent, and no longer remember the prosperity and decline of creatures, no longer have the authenticity and innocence of thousands of souls? Through the light on both sides of the Maple Bridge, I listened to the faint fickle Bell of Hanshan Temple, read out the tiredness of the Maple Bridge roughly, and tasted a trace of turbidity in the sound of the bell. The night of the Maple Bridge was no longer pure, the bell of Hanshan Temple is no longer clear. Probably, this is also the necessity of history along the way, and it seems to be the ubiquitous erosion and annihilation of the world of mortals. Fengqiao is no longer the Fengqiao when Zhang Ji stood on the boat’s head and thought about something colorful; The Moonlight is not the spotless one thousands of years ago, and it lives on the wandering shoulder; The fishing fire has already disappeared, instead, the lights were bright and the neon lights were flashing; The CAWU which was not old for thousands of years also hid far away in the passionate singing and dancing; The Maple Bridge only left the shadow of history, the inner humanistic atmosphere and the atmosphere of harmony between man and nature are not easily accessible; The Hanshan Temple is still there, and the Bell continues. However, the Hanshan Temple has already become a relic covered with historical smoke, the good men and women, who are crowded with each other, may not really understand and get its essence; The bell will not stop, and in the echo of the bell, the innocence and clarity of the soul are fewer and fewer, and it is more and more difficult to find, and the secular Cram, more and more, more and more obvious, Fengqiao night Park, afraid to really become a masterpiece. I was always thinking that if there were no noisy voices, no sensational lights, less secular rap and anger, I would really take a boat and slowly approach the Maple Bridge when the night was getting dark, moored in the night of Fengqiao, listening to the bell of Hanshan Temple, it rang leisurely. Once, twice, three times, hitting the soul, would it be sobering and clear inside? These people who flocked to the time crowded into the Maple Bridge in groups. In the scene filled with the smell of sweat and secular atmosphere, they laughed casually and didn’t know what respect was, I don’t know if I have a devout heart, or if I want to do more? Unfortunately, history cannot be copied and time cannot be reincarnated. Fengqiao is no longer the Maple Bridge thousands of years ago, nor is Hanshan Temple. Even the moon on the top of the sky is not necessarily the same. Fengqiao, or Hanshan Temple, for many men and women, it just continues a name, during which the real humanistic spirit and historical value did not attract their attention at all. Even these details and excellence are losing silently, the Maple Bridge night Park outlined by Zhang Jixin has become a masterpiece.

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After this year, I went back to school by bus. From Harbin to Hangzhou, it takes several transfers halfway, so I bought a hard seat ticket. When I was about to leave, my mother told me that there were so many people in the car that she told me not to be stolen. For me, who had lived for more than twenty years, I naturally couldn’t understand this point, so I motioned my mother to feel at ease. When I got on the train, I was carrying a suitcase and looking for my position in a crowded car. There are really too many people in the car, which is not too much for me to describe. Finally, I stopped in front of a position, but that position was occupied. When I was hesitating how to speak, the middle-aged man seemed to see my hesitant look. He asked the young man, is this seat yours? I nodded. The man stood up apologetically and gave me his position. I thanked, put my luggage under the car seat and sat by the window. This journey needs to go through a night. At this time, migrant workers in the North are all on their way back to the south to work, so there are too many people and the air quality is poor, I had to look out of the window for peace. In this season, the wind and snow were flourishing. As the train started slowly, the vision outside the window was gradually blurred, with a vast expanse of white, but there was no special scenery. At this time, I heard someone asking the young man, are you a student? I looked back at the man who asked me and found that he was the middle-aged man who just sat in my position. Now he is sitting opposite me. I nodded and looked at him with astonishment. He seemed to understand my doubts and explained with a simple smile that I let people in this position. As soon as that man got off the bus, I sat back again. I nodded doubtfully and began to look at him. He was wearing the green military coat of more than twenty years ago, with dark skin and messy hair, holding a shabby cloth pocket in his arms. I don’t know what is inside. It seems that it should be migrant workers going to the south again. Maybe he felt me looking at me with vigilance again, looking at me and saying that my son was studying in changsha. This bag was made by his mother, and Rice was eaten in the South, so I sent it to my son. After hearing this, I felt a little like laughing. Now I can buy anything I want to eat. Why did I go all the way to send it to my son. Alas! Poor parents all over the world. When he looked at that middle-aged man for the second time, he had already handed me a yellow pancake. When I was stiff, there were so many people on the bus that I was embarrassed to ask for something for no reason. Besides, I didn’t know each other, so I was afraid that there would be harm. I have to refuse uncle Dao, no, I have eaten. Eat one, very delicious. The man had a warm face, but I was really embarrassed to refuse. Under his eyes, I slowly took the cake and took a bite. I thought to myself: there are so many people in the car that even bad people can’t do anything to me. Delicious? The man asked plainly. Delicious, lol. I smiled reluctantly and swallowed the dry cake forcibly. After that, because it was getting late, we gradually lost our words. I leaned against the window and fell asleep. When I woke up the next day, I used to look at the luggage under the seat and saw nothing in a daze. When I was stunned, my mind suddenly became clear. I was afraid that the luggage would be stolen, so I put it under the seat, but it was still gone. The luggage contains my half-year ration. I was about to arrive at the station. I was a little flustered and was about to leave to look for it. But when I looked up, I found my luggage beside the feet of the middle-aged man opposite me. My heart suddenly thumped. It was really not a good person. I walked to the front of the man and lifted the luggage angrily. As soon as I got back to my seat, the middle-aged man was awakened by my actions. He looked at me with anger, a simple smile, young man. Last night, a child spilled water under your seat. I think you care about that box very much, I put the box beside my leg, which is also safe. With his words, I lowered my head and looked at it. As expected, there was still water stain under the seat, and I felt ashamed immediately. He continued to say, young man, it is good to be careful outside, but don’t believe nobody, be alert to things, after all, people live for a lifetime, always believe something. Looking at his simple smile, my heart was deeply shocked. I apologized to that middle-aged man and recognized my mistakes. Indeed, nowadays people are full of distrust and Doubt. Because of money and interests, trust, a synonym, is rare. This is also the reason why I always think people are inferior to others. Therefore, when I was a child in rural areas, the trust and simplicity among people were what I missed. Soon, the bus arrived. I said goodbye to that middle-aged man. He helped me carry my heavy luggage and sent me to the front of the car door. I thanked him again and again. He said nothing but showed a simple smile. After getting off the bus, I stood in the crowd with warm sunshine shining on me. I suddenly remembered the words of middle-aged people that people should believe something all their lives. I smiled, this person really gave me a profound lesson. Looking at the Golden Sun, I suddenly felt that even though time could take away a lot of things, no matter after thousands of years, it could not take away trust. The simple smile of that middle-aged man appeared in front of my eyes again. The kind person was this beautiful flower, which bloomed in the field, and the fragrance dispersed around.

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The project Declaration of the new year is coming to an end. At noon, I went to the principal to stamp and sign with a stack of thick declaration forms and project plans. The principal said that there seemed to be a lot more projects this year. From the headmaster’s hand, he took over a thick stack of stamped and signed words, and suddenly felt that it was strange to do such things as subject. Where is the motivation of doing the project? The first is the need for job evaluation. Job evaluation is just like a carrot that pulls the donkey forward continuously. In the job evaluation, it is stipulated that there will be 2 points for the final topic, and many people will go there. Now the title, like cancer, is filled with the smell of decay. A few years ago, after a period of time, many people entered Hula. Later, I got stuck very much, as if it was a ghost gate. If you want to rush inside, you must have the determination to die. There are many kids around the gate of hell. Only by managing or defeating kids can we have the courage to go forward and the hope of final victory. If you haven’t reached the gate of hell, you need to prepare early. Anyone who can score should work hard. It is illegal to be a tutor; When evaluating a professional title, it becomes more and more difficult. More and more people feel frustrated. But even so, if you want to eat this meal, you have to live in it, approaching it and gradually approaching the gate of hell is always an unavoidable thing. It can even be said that it is a continuous march. Naturally, there are also things beyond interests. Some people who have already got the title or the score is already full, and have lost the direct interest relationship, are still working on the subject, just like Tao Yuanming’s planting beans in the South Mountain, which seems a little special. What’s special is that they almost became rare animals, detached from the crowd and found a holy place closer to God from the subject, we have found a brand-new battlefield to realize the value of human beings themselves. Yamano pifu, like me, also had the honor to participate in some teaching and research training activities, and have listened to some lectures and results report meetings on related topics. Those teachers use magical power, just like God gains inspiration, or like the holy water in the bottle of Guanyin in the South China Sea, with a gentle wave of willow branches, the teaching and subject research are seamlessly welded, such an unusually close combination is really amazing and enviable. In the dark red peach forest, you can find the entrance to the Peach Garden from it, and you can explore deeply in the wilderness with problems, while looking up at the sky, on the one hand, it is down-to-earth, and the two blend in harmony, guiding the teaching to the depth and pushing the research to a broad place. When we are at the exam-oriented site or busy in the exam-oriented process, the unreasonable intervention of teaching and scientific research makes us feel awkward. Two fire intolerable, but to put on a family. Many so-called researches, like Dostoevsky’s epilepsy, are a kind of fantasy carnival. With the sour taste in the research, you can smell the choking smell on the other side of the teaching site. At this time, some people will also look at you with a strange look. What can this kind of thing do. If he was a teacher who was too old to be old any more, saying such sincere words meant that this kind of research obviously went to a deserted land. However, you can’t blame anyone. Just like many systems, its birth stems from the need of survival and is the involvement of a silk net in a complicated society. It gives itself a net and weaves all people into the net. It is to bind yourself and get the pleasure of doing evil. Philosophers said, one side is sacred work, the other side is drunk and dream of death. Topic what? Maybe it is also like this: it can be sacred research, obtaining the flame of practical wisdom from creative work, reflecting the sacred value of profession with raging fire; It can be humble begging, in the dense net of survival, I lived on the ground with a weak body, eager to get a piece of soup in it, in order to have a little dignity of life, and to slightly moisten the material life which is about to dry up, it will not fall into the lower bottom and be beyond redemption.

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Clearly understand, goodbye is just goodbye. Happy or unhappy, just like passing clouds, the past will eventually pass. I remember that I once wrote that I was both happy and sad. What I wanted to miss in the end was just a wisp of feelings floating in the air, but what I really wanted to catch was the sincere letter that the man had been floating beside me. Although our tacit understanding is so cooperative, what you really want is just a trace of ubiquitous concern, and what I want is exactly the retention you once said. Before all the past clouds disappear, sadness and happiness are the pain and joy of the moment. Anyone has ever said that even a seemingly determined feeling will vanish in a flash. Turn around, and whether anyone can remember the name that was once unforgettable. We have not experienced such an example and such a reality. We didn’t do the rest of the persistence. No matter how tight the grip is, there are also times when it is lost. It is better to learn to cherish it sometimes. When I was familiar with the music of chess, I suddenly felt inexplicable moved in my heart.. Is it missing or mourning…. The past is just the past. But now I should raise my sail and move forward bravely.. Plain happiness, in fact, is really very happy. The happiness I pray for will be very happy without you. Get out of your chains. It is a fate to meet anyone. I will never catch up with everything I once had. In fact, I am also very happy.

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When I received the call, my mother told me that they lived in the Villa contracted by my family recently. Although the transportation was inconvenient, the wild Persimmon behind the house turned yellow, and there were also mildew, take time to invite me to the mountain to have a look and taste Persimmon by the way. On Saturday, I rode a small fur stove alone and really went there. I found that there were several strings of wild cat Persimmon on the balcony, whose color had turned red. After pinching, it was soft and found that it was ripe. I took one by the way and found that it was sweeter than ordinary persimmon and tasted good, and there is an unspeakable flavor of fruit. However, there are many cores of wild Persimmon the size of pear, and there are almost three to five cores in each small body. It seems that when the sweet taste is not strong, it leaves slippery cores. My mother took me to the back of the house and found that the persimmon tree was full of yellow dots with bright lights. The yellow color was so fresh that I couldn’t see the effect of leaves, and I couldn’t choose big and small ones either, my mother folded a few branches casually and stumbled down the mountain. Then I prepared a shoe box of wild persimmon, and put two apples in the middle, saying that Apple has the effect of ripening, I hope I can go home to pick the first ripe to eat, slowly digest these wild fruits. In addition to nagging, my mom told me that the mountain spring water on the mountain has the effect of treating hemorrhoids, saying that my dad and mom have recovered from their illness for many years. After I was delighted, I thought that maybe it was not only because of the water quality, maybe wild cat Persimmon plays a big role in this process, because Persimmon has functions of clearing heat and removing dryness, moistening lung and eliminating phlegm, softening hard, quench thirst and promoting fluid production, invigorating spleen, treating diarrhea, stopping bleeding and so on, which can relieve dry stool, hemorrhoids pain or bleeding, dry cough, sore throat, hypertension, etc.

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Flowing into the dream, who causes the dust all over the sky, scattered into the heart, accumulated, waiting to melt

Ten miles of waves, the wind passed without trace, only Yan shed tears, scattered fragmentary

Someone is looking forward to the surging river for your coming

Someone zuiwo Nanshan slate enjoy flowers

The cloud is hidden, and the misty is in the smoke, the Dreamland is blurred into the eyes, and you can see the world

The folk songs are winding around the beam, and the green tones are swaying in the valley. I recall the trivial things for twenty years.

Who does Mei FA open?

Mulberry fields are stacked, and there are always new ideas. The cabin is smeared with white, and spring silver plates are exchanged.

A little flashy smoke fades away, pouring into the Willow floc in March

When autumn wind again, roll up leaves floor

Moonlight bridgehead Hongyao language, Changle complex Innocenti

The Frost bridge breaks the green mud, no trace of traffic

Wind locks the moon, the moon reflects the dust, yellow Egypt enters the water, water picks flowers into the sea, quiet sea holds flowers, flowers fade

Thanks, it’s more than flowers

Flowers are willing to enter the sea,,,,

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With heavy steps and long sound shadow, wandering beside the ancient road. The wind is tired and the clouds are gone. The sun is still embedded in the blue sky, sending out light and heat desperately. Only cicadas roared feebly in a hoarse voice. The wind began to swim, and the cloud also sneaked back secretly. The pressure of the sky is getting lower and lower, and there are purple lightning flashing frequently in the dark clouds like thick waves. In a flash, raindrops the size of copper coins fell down. Willows on the roadside were shaking excitedly, as if welcoming a new beginning. When the strong wind swept away, Lei Gong was angry and kept roaring loudly. Lightning was also rushing left and right in a difficult way to find his own breakthrough. The heavy rain finally came down, and the attacker couldn’t open his eyes and couldn’t see clearly. The rain was too heavy, and there was smoke, so I couldn’t see anything. Only the rain hit the ground and splashed the smell of soil, which was blurred in the air. It was pitiful to see that the heavy rain finally stopped. The clouds were heading west, reaching the horizon and the horizon. The sun squeezed out slowly from the clouds, and suddenly a colorful Changhong hung on the horizon. It is just that you can see the rainbow without experiencing wind and rain!

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Five o’clock. He opened the door, stretched out his hand, and found no five fingers in his eyes. The whole village was still immersed in silence. It was the interest that came. I closed the door and wanted to go out to see the chic darkness before dawn. Not nearly fields, far insightful in 1.1 point portable power of light, like night come hui fei jump of a little fireflies. I knew that farmers who got up early were working in the fields. Because it was still dark, everyone was wearing a flashlight on his head. With the flowing light, hardworking figures emerged in my mind one by one. Their bodies sometimes left and left, sometimes up and down. The overall posture was not completely unified, but it seemed to be extremely regular and harmonious. Slowly, approaching the field, I heard the chatting sound of two torches. I heard that your wife gave birth to a big fat boy yesterday. Lucky, she became a grandfather at such a young age. Flashlight 1 word. Ha ha, don’t say, I am really happy in my heart. I haven’t seen my lovely grandson yet, and I’m so anxious. You have to kiss his little face later. Flashlight 2 circuits. Although his expression could not be seen, the voice was full of unspeakable joy. There was also a smile floating around my mouth. Continue to move forward in the dark, and the sound of flashlight 3 came from the right side: Oh, this mu of cabbage in your family is sold in a timely manner. 10,005 per mu, the whole work is full of strength. Our house was not selling, torsion sake and a good price, who want to now a bag of 50 kilograms only 5 cents, you see this one finally cabbage much longer strong Duojun AH,’s kind of too bad. Alas, no one can say for sure. We are not in control of the market. Today also 5 hair, maybe tomorrow give away they they also don’t. The weather is too hot, the price of crops is only low but not rising. Flashlight 4 goes straight to the height, and a round light path goes straight to the sky, as if exploring today’s weather. I only hope that the weather will turn cold quickly, otherwise this cabbage will really feed the chickens and ducks at home. Flashlight 3 sighed. I couldn’t help frowning. The weather was really hot for more than 10 days. I was also looking forward to the sudden rain, wind blowing and cooling to save these handsome cabbages, or else I would have to lower the intestines and stomach of those chickens and ducks. Thinking and walking, I heard the sound of running water. I was familiar with this stream, so I stretched my legs across it and turned into another path in the field by the faint light coming from their heads. I strolled slowly, listening to the flashlight on the 5th not far from the left, saying: have you found anyone in your mountain? The flashlight shook around 6, saying: our mountain is too thin, girls dislike it. Flashlight 5: No, no, girls nowadays like to be thin. Your family is tall and has a handsome face. It is said that the daughter of Ye’s family in the next village is clever and hardworking. Otherwise, how about finding an opportunity for the two young people to meet each other? Flashlight 6 Xi Dao: then why not let the two young people have a rest this weekend and ask the child to come and sit here. There was a trace of sweetness in my heart. Maybe the village would have a happy event again soon. The sky is bright, and the whole world is gray. I walked out of this crisscrossed country Street and entered a longan forest. What I saw was a longan tree with rickets branches. I recognized it immediately. When I was young, I often went to this forest together to play hide-and-seek. This rickets trunk was my perfect shelter. Whenever I was tired of playing, my friends climbed up and sat in rows, saying some childish words, with their feet swinging high and high. What a wonderful surprise! Our childhood partners have gone their own ways, but this longan tree has retained our beautiful memories. Because I got close to it today, it returned this memory to me. I did an extremely childish thing. I climbed up the bent branches, followed the way at that time, shook my feet high and high, and then felt extremely happy for my behavior, I was so happy that I had to laugh before dawn. Soon, the sky was really bright. Birds jumped out and chatted all over the world. My ears were enjoying these crisp and beautiful bombing sounds, and my steps were light and pleasant. When returning back, those Fireflies went out. Seeing their busy figures clearly, I suddenly felt a strong touch in my heart. I don’t know why this world suddenly became vast and lovely. I impulsively wanted to grasp every minute and second of every day, and suddenly felt that they were precious and meaningful. What I spend a lot of time on bed to experience is nothing more than the dream I designed. And on a new day, just on a whim, I watched everything around me in the dark, waiting for the natural light to awaken my mind, and my body seemed to be in another new world, and new discoveries will always move me.

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I have heard of some things about losing sheep to mend, while reading books and losing sheep is a little-known thing. However, there are indeed some things like dying sheep for reading in the historical facts. It is said that there was a shepherd named Zang in the pre-Qin Period. Because he liked reading when he was young, he lost the sheep he put when he was reading. As a result, he won the title of reading and losing sheep. In ancient times, there were not only those who died of sheep, but also those who died of cattle. For example, Wang Mian, a young man, went to a private school in the village to attend classes without authorization when he was herding cattle, after hearing it, I was fascinated and forgot the cow I grazed. As a result, I got the title of reading and dying cattle. In addition to reading books and losing sheep and cattle, the ancients also had many elegant titles which were addicted to books like life. For example, Liu Xiaobiao in the Southern and Northern Dynasties had the name of Yin ya, and Gongsun Jing in the Sui dynasty had the name of bookstore; li Bi’s family had a large collection of books and gained the reputation of the bookstore. Cao Ping of Later Han dynasty prided himself as Cao’s Shukang, and Li Gang of Song Dynasty was known as a bookcase and so on. This kind of appellation not only fully reflects the aspect of ancient people’s love of reading, but also reflects the tendency of some scholars to read for reading, because the rich do not need to buy fertile land, and there are thousands of millet in the book; there is no need to build a high Hall to live in, and there is a golden house in the book; Don’t hate no one to follow when you go out, there are many carriages and horses in the book; Don’t hate unscrupulous media when you get married, there is Yan Ruyu. Read the six classics to the window frequently. The influence of, readers regard reading as a way to gain fame, and continue all the way. The most typical event in the case of reading and losing sheep was Zhao Kuo, who talked on paper. In, Prince Zhao of Qin sent the general Bai Qi to besiege South Korea and occupied Prince Ye (now Qinyang of Henan province). The situation was critical. Prince Zhao of Qin was entrusted with an important task when he heard that Zhao Kuo, the son of Zhao She, loved the art, results only know RoTE of The Art of War coach Zhao Kuo in Qin siege was arrows shot, annihilated. Usually, before reading, we only know that it is beneficial to open books, but in fact, not all books are beneficial to ourselves. For example, when reading, we don’t want to understand and swallow everything, for example, we just copy it mechanically and draw a gourd painting and so on. Another example is the massive information of the current network media, and all kinds of knowledge information are flooding in front of us. How to screen and apply it requires not only the recognition of the eyes, but also the need to be used by me. In a word, in order to avoid the incident of reading and losing sheep, we need not only to make specific analysis with philosophical dialectical view, but also to combine theory with practice, so as to effectively avoid the occurrence of such incidents as reading and losing sheep in the present. (Yin Sijie)

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It seems that time has passed for a long time, dear myself, are you okay? Remember that in those beautiful nights, you always hug yourself and say that you want to be good. Therefore, after a long time, your stubborn flower Bone finally turned into a dazzling rose on a bright summer day. Other flowers laugh at you, saying that you are more shameless than wild lily; Some grass also deny everything about you! However, do you believe it? There is something called faith in the world, which makes you slowly separate that imperfect self. If the bugs didn’t have those dark days, if they couldn’t stand the polishing of difficult days, how could they have that beautiful and dazzling moment to show in the world. Even if the body will leave one day, you will give a reply with a sentence that you are not afraid of; Dear yourself, it has really been too long, leaving the long self, you write a brave poem for yourself, I am longing for the most beautiful cloud at the edge of the sky, following the drifting of Cherry Blossoms. Dear myself, there is a beautiful scenery around you, many people who love you, and many voices clapping for you. Don’t let down such a sentence that you are destined to be beautiful for a lifetime, and you will not live a lifetime. Dear yourself, no matter how long it has been, no matter how far it is, don’t give up, OK? For those who love you and believe in you.

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