This passage is like us, but it is not you who is crying, but me, so it is: You stand behind me and can't see my appearance, but you know that I am crying. The rain always fell unconsciously, soaking us and the glass of the opposite window. People always pay attention to the dazzling array of products in the window, but never pay attention to the tough and beautiful transparent glass outside. Until one day, the glass broke, and the broken glass was scattered all over the ground, and the sunlight was refracted, and people marveled at its beauty.
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