My name is Beggar. The beggar next to me said that my surname is Bai and my name is Bai Beggar. He just met me when he was begging in southern Sichuan and took me with him to beg for food. However, there was something vaguely strange about me. I was thin and old beggars always asked for food. Give me some, but I am still so thin, as if I will collapse if the wind blows. There is a bright-eyed boy who calls himself Xiaoqi. He always teases me and calls me Fuliu, but how can a beggar deserve such an elegant name? I always ignore him.
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I held the green jade ring tightly, feeling desolate in my heart. Looking at the ruined temple, it had been renovated and rebuilt, but where was my person?
The cold of Sui is not the cold of the season. What is cold is the person and the heart. Year after year, we live a different life.
Finally one day, I found a trace of warmth, and I carefully asked: "Can I hold it tightly and never let go?"
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