Drunkness is Like the Shadow of the Setting Sun's First Bamboo Shoots
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The world has a large population, especially China. Among the hundreds of millions of people here, thank God for allowing me to meet you. In my memory, under the setting sun, you held four-year-old me and pointed to the green bamboo in front of the house: "Man, I am the bamboo, and you are the bamboo shoots. When the bamboo dies, the bamboo shoots grow up, and I will give you all the nutrients. You have to be bolder, don't look back, go forward, and grow into a bamboo standing tall on the sky." I blinked my ignorant eyes, oh, grandma, you want me to test the sky! Moisturizing things silently, even if it is serious, it is tender. In my childhood impression, you were always expressionless, indifferent, and rigid and silent. Therefore, I always forget your presence in my childhood. It turns out that since I was young, you have silently served as the first teacher in my life. As I grew up, I suddenly realized that great love comes without words. Thank you for making my childhood colorful and giving me the missing family affection.
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