The place where a dream begins is the road our feet must travel. Whether it's a narrow path or a broad highway, a desert or a grassland, we must walk the roads meant for us, and what is meant to come will come in the end. Looking back at where we started, there were flowers and thorns, laughter and sorrow. These are the little drops that gather into a whole.
In fact, we have never forgotten those long memories, but they seem to be shaken down little by little through a sieve and settle in the bottom of our hearts. What is left is simplicity and plainness. Author's reply: Xiaofeng, why do you have time to take a look? I have seen your new article, it is really good.
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