"The Tao is that flowers come in late spring, and the Tao is that snow comes with fragrance. A branch outside the bamboo is leaning, and a wild man's home." A man walked quietly on a lonely street thousands of miles away from home, the burning cigarette in his fingers spread with the flame until his fingers were burned and painful, and then he slowly woke up from his fantasy. A person looked at the bright and unsullied moon disk hanging high outside the window at the same time, silently reciting his name in his heart, over and over again, feeling both pain and hatred, sadness and sadness, sorrow and pity, and recollection and sadness in his heart. In this city surrounded by darkness and loneliness, who are in pairs? Who can understand the grievance and desolation in his heart, so he can only change his mind, slowly shift his thoughts, look at the people who have loved, hurt, resented, and thought about, and walk slowly with the time!
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