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Everyone has the right to live under the sun, why are we being deprived of it? How can we be content with being in the dark once we feel the warmth of the sun? I lay quietly on the ground: It turns out that my life is just a joke! My consciousness blurred a little bit, and in the haze it seemed like the sun was shining through, so warm, so warm, like my mother's hands... The story is not long~~~~ Intention: