Counting the scars on a deserted night,
It will be a sunny day, and he will go into battle with his smile intact.
How many souls are there in the city that are filled with such dense traumas?
But tears can't save the body that is on the verge of hysteria.
What are we waiting for?
Who can redeem us?
In the end, who shielded us from the wind and rain as we braved the thorny road?
P. S: This article is a light-hearted sketch for the Deng Yans in my heart, who are strong, optimistic and unrestrained, and always look up to the sun. If you don't like it, please take a detour!
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