Cinderella is Cinderella after all, even if she goes to a banquet with beautiful clothes and beautiful hair, she can only run back to her shabby little dark room at twelve o'clock; a little sparrow is still a little sparrow, even if it struggles to fly on the branch, it does not turn into a phoenix, but falls down in embarrassment; then, of course, waste is still waste after all, even if it runs desperately against the beam of light, it can only meet her briefly, fleetingly, and gone.
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