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by Qingjian
About This Novel
Life is nothing but mediocre. After bathing in the spring breeze, there is no need to drive horses for a moment of pride. The flowers in Chang'an are always there, even if tomorrow is not spring, just like it is not the Tang Dynasty now. The wind still blows, and the flowers still bloom, but the flower I see is just a flower, and it will not change depending on which dynasty or season it is. I say she is good-looking and she is good-looking, I say she is ugly and she is ugly. From the moment I saw her, she has lived in my heart. From the moment I know her, she will be eternal in my cognition until I turn into dust and float to the sea. Perhaps in the eyes of others, her life is as inconspicuous as my life in the eyes of others, not as good as a grain of sand in the eyes of others. At least the sand brought him pain and left a moment of memory. Maybe this flower is only a flower in my eyes, and it is just a basil in the eyes of others. It is destined not to become the basil that attracts everyone's attention like Li Bai. It experiences everything of its own in the wind and rain, whether it is the erosion of floods or the warmth of the morning sun. It may grow in rocks or grow in the deep sea. No one knows, just like you and I don't know what experiences each grass on the mountain or the bottom of the sea will receive from God in the future. This is the truth. But their shins speak of all their experiences. If they grow well, it may be because they have enough sunshine. If they grow poorly, they may have enough sunshine, but at least they can explain what they have experienced, just like you and me.
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Official(1)Scraped 1d ago
The childhood memories are true and appropriate, and the truth is profound.
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Official(1)Scraped 1d ago
The childhood memories are true and appropriate, and the truth is profound.
