"Heaven and Earth" Part 2
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My name is Xue Zheng.
When I was seven years old, I still remember... There was a heavy snowfall in Chang'an City at that time.
When I was twelve years old, I desperately wanted to hold on to something clean and stay.
When I am fifteen years old, I want to wait for another snowfall with them, trying to catch the tiny falling snowflakes.
The snowflakes that floated into my heart when I was seven years old fell gracefully again when I was twenty.
It said, you see, this is considered a white head.
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May the world be bright, bright and clean, and may you be healthy every year.
When the fighting is over and the sea is clear and the river is clear, I raise my glass to invite the moon.
It's late at dusk in Zhongshan, and it's cold in the north of the Great Wall. I'm talking to Chang'an alone under the city gate.
Intention: Time is short in Chang'an, so we are not afraid of the long years.
