Looking back on the path I came from, I see white clouds, gray dogs, and many winds and frosts. Every inch of the mountains and rivers do their best, but the hatred of the country and the family will never end. In a remote and isolated city, there is no position, and a down-and-out young man rises up in frustration. The bloody and stormy weather is not beautiful, but a sincere heart goes all the way. The story of a group of people, a city, and a country.
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