When you land in this world, once you grow up, you will keep running in the direction you think is right, gradually moving away from your original intention, and turning a blind eye to the caring eyes of the people around you.
Life is just a journey, no matter what happens on the way is miraculous miracles, or ordinary oil, salt, firewood and rice. When the poetic tea of youth begins to end, in your twilight years with white hair and temples, do you have no regrets about the journey you have chosen...
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