The beauty of the country is in troubled times, no matter how many joys and sorrows there are, sorrow and misery. There is only melancholy and no hatred. I just sigh at the ruthless tricks of fate, and the beautiful face disappears in the blink of an eye. I have long seen the warmth and coldness of human nature and the harshness of the world. After experiencing all this, everything is lost, but my life is still there. I can only spend the rest of my life reliving and recalling those thrilling and magnificent days.
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