Maybe in ten years, maybe in a hundred years, the rivers gathered in one place will return to the rivers and seas.
In the long river of time, the human race is like a drop of water in the river, following the general trend towards the end of history. Fate often laughs at its smallness, its transience, its mortality.
Someone said: "The life you risk will never become a lonely soul in the wilderness, and the achievements you leave behind will eventually be remembered by others."
Some people laugh at fate and hate the twists and turns of this life;
Some people do not believe in fate, chew up the pain, and survive one difficulty after another.
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The road is not alone, this love has no boundaries
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Only by experiencing the severe cold can we know the scorching heat of summer
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"Gu Shi" is the most affectionate word I can call you.
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