Walking in the Mist
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Seeing flowers in the mist is like a dream. My tomorrow seems clear in the fog, but through a layer of white fog, I can't see clearly or understand it. I walk in the fog every day, crawling, rolling, and stumbling. I can see the path under my feet, but I can't see the way back. Life is easy, work is easy, life is not easy. In life, there is always firewood, rice, oil, salt, basic necessities, food, clothing, housing and transportation. Wealth is a lifetime, poverty is also a lifetime, heavy and precious. Marriage is a mixture of joy and sorrow, connected with grievances and grievances, with sweetness and bitterness. Right and wrong are constantly involved, and only by guarding them sincerely can they last long. In the fog, stay awake and look at the road, live in confusion, belittle right and wrong, and just hope to have no regrets.
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