People often say that meeting is the beginning of parting. I didn't think so at first, because parting is a normal thing in the long journey of life, and there is nothing that cannot be diluted by time. But that rain quietly existed in my heart and fell for many years.
We cannot choose how to live or how to die. But we can decide how to love and how to live.
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(Primary school students' writing style is still improving?)
Intention: to cut off renunciation, practice concentration and wisdom