Years are like a river. The left bank is the unforgettable memories, the right bank is the youth worth grasping, and the middle is flowing quickly, and the faint sadness of youth is. There are many beautiful things in the world, but not many that truly belong to you. Watching the flowers blooming and falling in front of the court, I am not surprised by honor or disgrace. I look at the clouds rolling and relaxing in the sky. I have no intention of leaving or leaving. In this chaotic secular world, it is also a state to be able to learn to treat everything around you with a normal heart.
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