As a foreigner, don't worry about it. You will never look back on this trip.
Tomorrow is over, today is here to stay, the mountains are high and the green waters are destined to meet.
The white night is as bright as day and night, and the peach blossoms are shy under the peach blossom fan.
The tears of red candles are not crazy thoughts, and the clouds and rain in the sky are not vain desires.
How many ups and downs, how many wasted time, but finally I was lucky enough to be successful and not be a stranger in a foreign land.
Note: History is a mess, so please don't dwell on it.
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