The cause of the matter is actually this. When my old lady was in her twilight years, she lay moaning in bed for half a month, and finally passed away. When she was dying, she held my paw and burst into tears, and her little eyes were filled with light of comfort. On the verge of old age, the Buddha finally opened his eyes and picked up a cheap granddaughter along the way. She happened to catch up with the Buddha's lecture. The old lady happily kicked off her feet and followed in the footsteps of the Buddha to go to the Western Bliss.
Poor me, an intellectual young woman in the new era of the 21st century, who has been diligently holding books and shaking her head for more than ten years. Finally, after all the hard work, she is gearing up and sharpening her knives. Just when she is about to spread her wings and fly high to realize her ambitions, I inexplicably come to this small hillock with high mountains and far away rivers and overgrown with weeds.
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