Another year has passed, time is quietly drifting in the hair, continuing my poetry life, this year is very special! The age of 18 should be a time of blooming flowers, but I gave it to the college entrance examination, experienced the senior year of high school, experienced illness, experienced countless sufferings, and also had sweet happiness. I am very tired, very tired, but tired to happiness, I am very happy, very happy, and it will continue. Suffering is the past after all, and tired to happiness is the biggest fruit I have harvested this year.
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