The night is like ink, the drizzle is like silk, the night does not hook people, the rain does not lift the heart, everything is empty and sad. When I opened the window, my sight stroked the dim night outside the window. My thoughts drifted in the scenery I walked all the way, recalling the dryness of my memory. Sigh! Time flies like water, time is like wind. A gentle blow will last for several years! In this prosperous city, I stumbled and searched. Struggling, looking for the blue sky and mountain that belongs to me. But now I stop and suddenly feel it! Very tired, very tired, I really want to find a post station, have a good rest. Then gently stroked my shadow, sorry! It makes you feel wronged… most of the time I am stupid and naive. He naively believed in fate, and then was led by his nose silently. It seemed that I went into the maze and went back to where I was… but unfortunately, I couldn’t go back to where I was. Because, time has carved the imprint of memory in my heart, and left the gradually mature wind and frost on my face. Time is laughing at me and wasting it! Life is also satirizing the mess I brought to it. Looking in the mirror, I saw a few more white threads on my head. I asked the time, when did you dye it for me? Time did not answer, because it had gone far. I asked about life, and life sneered at me. Look for it on me, but I still didn’t find it. So I was at a loss! I don’t know how to go tomorrow’s road, let alone when it is the end of the road… the night wind is blowing… the night is low! The night rain outside the window was getting bigger and bigger, falling under the dim street lamp, splashing the ground and losing my eyes…

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In a relapse of low back pain in May of 2001, I had a painful experience again. It could be said that I made up my mind that after my low back pain improved, I greatly strengthened my tai chi exercise, put the hope of completely curing lumbar pain on tai chi exercise. Because the methods of medicine therapy, physical therapy and so on have been tried, which are not ideal. Summarize the two years’ personal experience, review the health care function of Tai Chi, and refer to several typical examples of tai chi fitness, I put all my Stakes on it and tried my best. I was no longer a closed person who practiced in the house by myself, but directly participated in a tai chi team in the newspaper yard. I checked the diary and it started on June 25th, 2001. There are 20 people in the Tai Chi team of the newspaper office, who play two sets of Swords (Type 32, Type 42) and three sets of fists (Type 24, Type 42, type 48), about an hour. I only know 24-style shadowboxing. Based on this, I pulled down my face, hardened my scalp, and followed the team. In the first few days, following the strokes, the waist was faintly painful. After a few days, it was no longer painful, which further verified the medical effect of Tai Chi. Of course, I can’t always follow the team like this. From the day I followed the team, I began to learn boxing and sword in a set. Some Boxing friends said that we should learn these five sets of fists and swords in general, at least half a year. I couldn’t help thumping in my heart, which just proved the thought of looking and timid at the beginning, but I didn’t mean to shrink back at all, thinking that half a year is half a year, no matter how long it is! I pushed everything aside and concentrated my energy and time to learn boxing and sword. I bought teaching CDs and books of Tai Chi and sword, and I followed the team in the morning. I was reading books at home and playing CDs at other time, and I learned them one by one. Because I have a 24-style basis of Tai Chi, and the other two sets of boxing follow the team, which are generally not bad, so I first rush to learn Tai Chi Sword. While Taiji sword is a swordsmanship routine belonging to Tai Chi system. Because I have the experience of self-study 24-style tai chi, I can’t imagine that it is not as difficult as I imagined. I made up my mind to attack four sets of fists and swords in a month. Generally speaking, I learned a group of movements every day. In the morning, I played to my boxing friends and asked them to correct me. In three days, I roughly learned the 32-type Taiji sword. The diary at that time was written like this: on June 28th (Thursday), a full set of 32-Style Taiji sword could be played in three days, and the morning exercise could be played to Lao Ji for advice. Lao Ji is the foreman of this team, and he punches the best. It took another week to roughly learn the 42-Style Taiji sword. Then I quickly and roughly learned 42-style and 48-style tai chi. The diary at that time was written like this: This morning on July 23th, 48-style Tai Chi was played down. So far, 32-style, 42-style Tai Chi Sword, 42-style, 48-style tai chi can be typed after leaving books and other people’s tips, three days in advance, achieved the original goal of winning four sets of sword boxing in one month. Meanwhile, low back pain has been completely improved. In the first few days, it hurt a little after boxing. Later, it did not hurt all day long after boxing and going out for activities. It did not hurt even on cloudy days and rainy days, which was ten times better than taking medicine, hot compress and so on! It is not advisable to learn tai chi quickly and roughly. Therefore, I have to take this method to catch up with the Tai Chi team as soon as possible and practice with everyone. After keeping up with the team, I began to implement the second phase plan. It took me about one year to set fists and swords one by one, various types of hands, steps, various techniques, foot skills, body skills, eye method, footwork, swordsmanship, each move, seriously correct inaccurate movements, and strive to pass the exam. Some movements have been practiced over and over hundreds of times. Then, carry out my third-stage plan and make unremitting efforts to high standards and strict requirements in the rest of my life. Taijiquan profound, learn Wu endless. I know very well that the five sets of Tai Chi and sword that I tried to achieve the so-called passing are just similar in shape and think I am OK. In fact, there is still a considerable gap from the real learning and passing. The third stage plan is to try to comprehend the true meaning of Tai Chi, learn true kung fu, and achieve true learning and passing. I am very serious about every set of boxing, every set of sword and every movement. In this team of ten or twenty people, I am serious in boxing, which is everyone’s consistent comment. Since doing tai chi in the morning, my waist pain has gradually recovered and rarely recurred. Only twice in the first year had my back pain due to heavy transportation. However, I never stopped practicing boxing, just pay attention to the degree of good control, light up and down, can not bend over too much, it is better in less than a week, no longer like before, I did not dare to move for one or two months after suffering from lumbar pain. Since then, the body is getting better and better, and the waist is getting stronger and stronger. In May of 2004, a comrade surnamed Liu, who was fighting in the team from other units, asked me to teach the 42-Style Taiji sword. I was afraid that I would not agree, so I first found the leader Comrade Lao Ji, let Lao Ji tell me. This really makes me hard to refuse. I know very well that Tai Chi (including sword) integrates both internal and external skills, which is extensive and profound. I didn’t really learn it myself. I just learned something superficial with a little knowledge. Then I dare to teach others! I can only say that I dare not preach, then I will learn together. The 42-Style Taiji sword is an international competition routine, which is suitable for enthusiasts with certain foundation to further improve the training and competition level. It is dignified and elegant, soft and firm, light and calm, the characteristic of the lingering style of sword. The whole routine type 42, each type is generally divided into three to four small movements, involving 17 swordsmanship such as point sword, collapse sword, lifting sword, chopping sword and stabbing sword, it is very difficult, and some movements are limited by physical conditions, so it is difficult to achieve them. If I want to lead others to learn together, I must make great efforts to prepare. Every day, I use more than an hour of morning exercise to teach Xiao Liu Xuejian. However, I need to read books and CDs every day to figure out some actions to be taught the next day, which are divided into several small actions. What is the meaning of attack and defense? It takes almost one day to prepare for the demonstration after practicing for several times. In this way, I have been teaching for two weeks and finished the task of teaching swords. Anyway, I have been a coach of Taiji sword for more than ten days and taught a disciple, which is a very happy experience. 2013 nian 2 yue 10 ri

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Anne’s diary is a British drama, which takes Nazi Germany’s ethnic cleansing of Jews after the outbreak of World War II as the background, and takes the perspective of Anne, a teenage girl, it tells the story of several Jews hiding in an attic in order to avoid the cruel ethnic cleansing and living cautiously in the cruel living environment. After watching all the five episodes in one breath, I felt very sad. When the eight Jews they were hiding in were found and taken away, everyone had a pause scene, the subtitle marked their time and place of death, and they died in different concentration camps. I was looking forward to Anne’s fate, thinking that she could be like the heroine of Titanic with gray hair, in the years of peace, I told later generations about that special experience. And she also said that she didn’t want to marry and have children like many women, wasting her whole life. She wanted to be a writer and leave her name in history. She is so stubborn, so real, so strong personality, and so different. Those people who were famous in the history were all very different, and the heaven usually favored such people. But her fate was no different. In March of 1945, she died in a concentration camp. Maybe many historical celebrities seem different because they are famous in history. Many people who could have been famous in history passed away suddenly. This story should have a good ending. Just as they thought, they were very lucky. Many Jews were not as lucky as them. Many Jewish families, their parents’ children, their children’s parents, it disappeared like magic. They hid in that attic for two years. When workers go to work, they should be careful and do not make any noise. There were eight people in total. Anne was a lovely and Frank girl with a mother who could never live with her. She always stood by her side to defend her father, a nerd’s sister, and a young and lovely Peter, peter’s parents who love to quarrel, and middle-aged men who love to snore when sleeping. In this narrow space, there are their quarrels, troubles, inevitable contradictions and mutual tolerance. Once, he felt that everyone here was picking on her fault. She felt that no one could understand her, even herself, so she poured out her loneliness in the diary, and it was never picky. What she recorded was nothing more than their daily life, dissatisfaction with someone and some kind expectations. She remained optimistic and never doubted that she could regain freedom, just like she said, she is an eagle with folded wings, and she can’t wait to spread her wings and soar in the free sky. Maybe the days were too dull. They knew what everyone was going to say before they spoke. The only thing that could make them happy was the news of Allied forces on the radio, which was the only tool to know the outside world and also the dawn of hope for them. The German Army was losing again and again, and the day when they regained their freedom was just around the corner. They never relaxed their vigilance and never abandoned their hope, but their luck didn’t accompany them until the day of victory. I know that Nazi’s ethnic cleansing of Jews is more tragic than this, and even most of them are more tragic than the story of this play, but I always think there should be so many people who survived to give later generations some comfort. I think this story should have a good ending. They hid for two years and waited for two years, there should also be a good ending. After they regain freedom, they will cherish freedom more than anyone else. This is an ending that the audience want to give them in peacetime. But there are too many legendary stories that make us intoxicated, thinking that everything will be fine as long as we see the unfortunate story with a good ending, as if we also have our contribution, as if it ended hastily, we will not care more. What we want is nothing more than a good story ending and then feel at ease. It is also the plain of this play (which is also its special feature) that gives me a deep shock. This is the reality, plain and cruel. In the face of brutal and cruel living environment, no one has super power, and there are not so many legendary stories. I remember Anne was still drawing the blueprint of hope when the enemy broke in. Her last sentence was that she believed that at the beginning of life, sex was good. This is what she has been thinking for two years, and after her inner accumulation, she has never doubted that good things are coming. Such a bright girl, who still remained confident and optimistic even in a depressing environment, finally failed to escape from the fate of death. My sadness comes from the plain truth of the story, and also from my inability to do anything about them. When I hate that the story has no good ending, I find that I am also so rude and cruel.

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At the beginning of this year, I took part in a competition. Unexpectedly, some of my casual words were recognized and praised by the organizing committee of the competition. At that time, I didn’t care much. But one day, the customer service of the official website of the contest contacted me on QQ and said that I was asked to join the Chinese Writers Exchange Association. I didn’t think much about it and agreed. Later, I saw the necessary conditions for joining the society. One of them is that without any writing education, one must have more than seven years of literature practical experience. This reminds me of my pursuit of self-learning in literature for nearly ten years. Therefore, in the next communication, I told the customer service all the truth and explained the importance of literature to me, just like the importance of oxygen to animals. The customer service staff was surprised at first, and then there was only admiration left. In fact, in my opinion, as long as a person has a hobby, it is worthwhile for him to try his best to fight for it all his life. Let alone the short ten years? Ten years is a long time for a person’s life, but putting it in the long river of history is unremarkable. However, it is a constant truth to put this sentence on some people, but it will change when put it on others. I am someone else. Because I am a person with some foresight, I find that if we exchange ten years’ struggle for immortal success, then ten years will be forever. I have seen this point. I don’t know you in front of the screen, have you ever thought about it? I think this account is very cost-effective for anyone. You said? Of course, the ancients said: life and death have life, and wealth is in the sky. People who struggle may not succeed, but they will not succeed without fighting. First of all, we should constantly discover our own strengths and cultivate some good hobbies for ourselves in our life. This will avoid the confusion of throwing stones to ask directions. Because there is no need to be forced or demanding to do what you like to do. At least all efforts are for happiness and gains. How good do you think that would be! Personally, I study literature without any negative consciousness. I like it from the bottom of my heart, so I read and write when I have Leisure. When literature became a part of my life, and indeed someone began to appreciate my works, I realized subconsciously that it was I am necessary to fight for the success of literature. Therefore, I began to systematically sort out the messy and fragmentary knowledge in my mind. But at that time, I never thought that I must succeed. At that time, I was thinking that one’s efforts in some aspects should not be too eager for success, because we only have the power of hope. Just as the ancients said, everything goes with nature. You said? In my memory, when I was young, it was a gray day. In those days, when I was mentioned, no one would say good words about me. Because father’s temperament is not very good. Therefore, many people say that this child will not be promising in the future, just like his father. In this way, I spent my childhood in others’ criticism. And felt sad. However, it happened that my grades were very poor, and my name among the children in the village gradually became embarrassing. Therefore, there is a desire deep in my young heart: to break the curse of mediocre people and change my destiny. Facts have proved that as long as you don’t give up yourself, there will be miracles. When I was a senior, I stayed in the first grade, and my grades gradually increased. In that winter, I won the second place in my class. When I took the certificate home, my family questioned me and said, “Did your family give the teacher a gift? I said confidently, No. I think that my efforts will always make my life more wonderful and glorious! If there is no accident. Because dreams can indeed be realized. But you should know that reality is always blessed. In the fifth grade, I got a serious illness. After the doctor’s identification, I had to open a mouth on the skull of the left brain. Because there is a tumor of conscience. Fortunately, I was lucky. Not only did the operation succeed, but also at that time, something that I would never forget happened: I saw the doctor’s elegant handwriting. Obviously, I also had an operation on my psychology. Because since then, I have been looking for a shortcut to write cursive script everywhere. The result is nothing to find. But I have never given up. In the second year of junior high school, this desire to write cursive script in my heart began to grow up more and more. Therefore, I will unconsciously absorb the good writing style of teachers or classmates, and then write them over and over again. As the saying goes, you can grow melons and beans. By the third year of junior high school, I can write excellent cursive script. I proud. Because of my handwriting, it is favored by many legal persons who understand books. Until now, I am often praised by others. It can be seen that my life has indeed changed fundamentally with my unremitting efforts. However, if you think that only in this way will continue to be good, then you are totally wrong. After all, my literary enlightenment has just begun. The future was not optimistic at that time. Therefore, a thing that changed my life happened. I will not discuss in detail what it is. But I will talk more specifically about the learning process of literature.

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Ping An charm is the taste of Ping An black tea, whose full name is Ping An puke black tea. It was the first time I am heard about this kind of tea and enjoyed it for the first time. It was really not a simple word that could explain clearly. If it hadn’t been for participating in the original poetry contest of readers’ home Forum last year, it wouldn’t have anything to do with Ping An puke black tea. For an inaccurate analogy, it is a pretty woman waiting in the sky, but I am a scholar wandering in the wind and dust. Thousands of miles apart, how can I look back and overlook, how can I look through the autumn water, she could not see her bright eyes, and her eyebrows were full of emotions. As for those stories or plots which were soft-hearted and sentimental, there was no way to talk about them. It was only the beauty that she stuck to her beauty, inadvertently leaving a touch of fragrance in the heaven and earth makes people feel sad. However, I am still wandering through the wind and smoke, and I am committed to the boundless world, so I dare not have this improper thought. I really didn’t expect that the article “Night talk Zhouzhuang” won the first prize of this essay. The prizes are the annual magazine readers and a set of exquisite safe tea set. Although the gold content of the first prize is not enough to make people look at it, for me, it is also a kind of affirmation and encouragement. Especially, shortly after receiving the prize and award certificate, the organizer sent me a box of hardcover Ping An puke black tea, which really made me a little ecstatic. Tea is always my favorite. Having nothing to do, making a cup of tea is rare to give birth to a little pleasant; Or having a visitor, making a pot of tea, slowly drinking, drinking tea while chatting, in the current fast pace, can it be said that it is a rare acceptance? Such a slow life is of great benefit to both body and mind and thinking. Some people may not get what they want if they want to slow down and calm down. A plain text, in exchange for exquisite tea set and refined tea, how lucky it is for those who like to enjoy tea and sit down! Even if you are alone, making a pot, slowly sipping, and slowly enjoying the taste of tea, how can you say that it is not a very pleasant time? One day in autumn, the new rain knocked at the window, rustling. It is rare to have free time, and I am in a good mood, so I am happy to make tea. The box of puke black tea has been received for some time, and it has been reluctant to unpack it. This time, I really want to taste its taste, which is from thousands of miles away. Although some of them were not willing to do so, they still unsealed and poured a pinch of tea into the teapot with boiling water. Water vapor slowly rises and overflows, and tea leaves slowly roll in the boiling water, just like a dancing woman, stretching her body forgetfully. The rising fragrance of tea is simply the blowing air of a peerless woman. Only a wisp of tea can make you intoxicated. Tea smoke rose from the teapot with more bird-shaped seal. The tea was fragrant to the nose, which was between tangible and intangible. To be invisible, I clearly felt that it was curling in front of my eyes and wanted to capture a tiny bit, but there is no way to handle it. In this way, I enjoyed the washing of tea fragrance. Looking at the tea in the pot, the pleasant bright red gradually appeared. The stronger the tea fragrance was, the fermented red color gradually turned into amber color, which was thick and strong, the texture is still clear. This kind of tea, without any movement, clearly has more intoxicating color, completely called tea is not drunk everyone is drunk. If you take a sip at this time, I am afraid that the mellow and clear will immediately enter the blood, following the blood of the whole body, flowing together. Carry the pot, take a cup, slowly fill the tea cup with tea, the red and strong soup color, soft, fragrant and more meaningful. I took a sip, and the taste was thick and lasting, and then turned to be sweet and mellow. The strength was much stronger than that of green tea. Fortunately, with words as the medium, this kind of tea was encountered. Otherwise, I am afraid that even her name was unknown. It was not because she was born in a bosom friend who didn’t know her, but because she was ignorant and knowledgeable, walking in the wilderness, lonely and ignorant, I missed many wonderful moments in vain. Therefore, when tasting, it is very natural to taste the taste of words and literature, which seems to belong to me. It would be the most pleasant thing if friends came here at this time. While listening to the rain hitting the window lattice, the sound is patter, like a small string cutting; While tasting tea, the fragrance is deep into the bones, and the silk is continuous, like thousands of Silk; At the same time, I will talk nonsense, oil, salt, soy sauce and, honor merits. The tea is full of flavor, and the inner feelings are indescribable; There are also many tastes of life in the gossip, or sigh with emotion, or strike the knot, or treat each other speechless, silence is better than sound, in short, all kinds of charm are in the heart. Just such a life fragment, Pleasant plot, is also met but not sought. Nowadays, the pace of life has carved a group of people into endless spinning top. It is hard to enjoy such a slow life when calm down. It is naturally hard to enjoy the tea, smoke, piano and calligraphy that the ancients admired, it is already good to have time to take a break occasionally and enjoy it hurriedly. How can we force the ancients’ leisure and elegance, quietness and seclusion? But I am willing to share the taste of safe tea in the pot with my friends. If you have the same interests, how can this pot of Ping An puke black tea be full of flavor?

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You held me in your arms, and my head leaned against your neck. You lifted my face carefully and said softly: in the future, I will hold your hand quietly for the rest of my life. Then, it seems to be the year before last year. You put me in your arms, and my head leaned on your shoulder. You took my hand and said: let’s get married next year. Last year, you wore a white suit with a happy smile on your face, gently arousing: Baby wife, wife, wife. Hold it tightly, as if it would never let go. I also wore my white dress to pay tribute to my lost love quietly. This year, this month, today, 2014.05.20

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I love eating noodles, and I’m greedy if I don’t eat them for three days. I like it very much, and my mother also knows that I like it. Today, I went home and ate the braised noodles made by my mother, but I couldn’t taste what I used to taste. I couldn’t help thinking of some things in the past and the ridiculous and hateful era. Braised noodles was once my dream. When I was young, the land was very poor, and poor wheat could not grow well. After distributing the poor wheat, my mother grinded it over and over again with stone grinding, sifted it over and over again with sieve, and finally the flour was divided into refined flour, inner flour and Bran flour. The braised noodles made of refined flour are the most delicious. My mother is a master in making braised noodles. Unfortunately, this kind of craft can only show off on festivals or festivals, or if there are guests at home. For example, at that time, there was always a public teacher assigned by the village primary school, and the student’s home was responsible for cooking. When it was my turn to cook, my mother was very careful. One was for her own children, and the other was for the teacher to give more food stamps (this was what my mother told me later, is it too shameful?). My mother didn’t need any utensils to measure the noodles, and it was done as soon as she punched her eyes. After the noodles were made up, they were rubbed over and over again. The strength was great, and even the panels were creaking. Father said, don’t compensate a panel for eating noodles. Mother straightened her waist and said, eating noodles can make a person’s conscience, and it is soft and bulging, which means that the rolling pin is dishonest. There is no space in the noodles, the dried noodles can be strong, and the noodles can be slippery when they are eaten in the mouth. For braised noodles, noodles are the key, while braised noodles are the key. At that time, everything was expensive, even there was not much firewood burnt under the stove. But in order to make the most delicious bittern for the teacher, mother took out the pine needles that she was not willing to burn at ordinary times. This thing was so hot that it could boil the oil pan. When the oil in the pan made out cigarettes, my mother threw the chopped green onion and ginger into the pan and burst into a strong fragrance immediately, the villagers call it spray incense, which makes my brother and sister slobber. My mother poured a small ladle of water into it, and the pot was still creaking, and the scent of scallion was permeated in the air. After the water boiled, my mother poured the beaten eggs into the boiling water. Soon the yellow and white eggs and flowers floated, which made my brother and sister swallow their saliva. Sometimes, with more than a dozen pieces of pork cooked, it is more fragrant. Before coming out of the pot, my mother sprinkled a pinch of caraway again. The incense went straight to your nose. My mother always used the biggest bowl in the House to serve the teacher noodles, saying that if the noodles were served more, the marinated seeds could be put much longer, so that the teacher could eat well and you could learn well. The hateful thing is that if the teacher eats delicious food, I will be miserable. Every time the teacher came home for dinner and listened to the teacher drinking braised noodles in the next room, I thought that I would be a teacher and drink his three bowls in the future. One of my classmates is worse than me. His family always sends meals to the teacher’s office. Once, he was walking cautiously with the plate. A gust of wind came, and the food on the plate came out with strong fragrance. He couldn’t help swallowing saliva. He looked a little absent-minded. He accidentally stumbled and burst, A plate of food was lifted on the road. Alas, that ridiculous and hateful era. Sometimes, when the noodles were cooked too much, my mother added a large spoon of water to the rest, boiled it again, put some chopped cabbage leaves, and scooped up a large bowl for our brother and sister. I said, mom, do you want us to take off our trousers and fish them in the bowl? Mother smiled bitterly. If you can get what you want, be content. If your father hasn’t got what you want. Later, after the reform, the land seemed to be liberated. The wheat went crazy, and the output turned upside down. The happiest thing was my mother, who always hung happy flowers on her face: I didn’t expect to catch up with such an era, drinking noodles every day without worrying. My mother knows that I love eating noodles. Every weekend when I go home, I will surely find that my mother has already prepared for eating noodles at noon. Restaurants in the city always like to attract customers with authentic hand rolling noodles, but unfortunately, I have been eating outside for many years, but I have never tasted the smell of braised noodles made by my mother. Sometimes, I couldn’t help myself at home and tried to cook it by myself, but no matter how I did it, I couldn’t eat the smell of my mother’s braised noodles. Later, mother’s braised noodles became less and less delicious. My mother shed tears many times and sighed, “Oh, I’m old, I can’t adjust it, I can’t roll it, and I can’t adjust the smell. Once, when I didn’t go home for something, my mother called to say that the noodles had been prepared, why didn’t I come home? I heard my mother say before hanging up the phone: does my son dislike the noodles I cook? I felt sad in my heart. Today, although my mother rolled noodles with a noodle machine, I still ate three bowls. Looking up, I found my mother was holding a job and looking at me blankly: is it delicious? Delicious, so delicious, Mom, I like to eat noodles at home. Mother’s dull face burst into a bright smile.

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