This is a boring period novel...
There is no rebirth, changing one's destiny against the will of heaven,
There is no prophet who has traveled through time,
There is no golden finger that comes from heaven,
There is no treasure bag with infinite space,
Recalling those yellowing years,
Not to salvage the lost time,
But to prove,
These so-called "ordinary" lives,
As hard gravel on the riverbed of civilization,
It has carried the weight of an era forward.
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