We are all born equal, and we all come to this world naked and without worries, but it is absolutely impossible for us to be equal when we die, because few of us are free from worries at the moment of death. We have no way to choose what kind of family we are born into, and little people like me have no way of knowing how people who are born with a silver spoon grow up. The children of wealthy families presented in film and television dramas may be deliberately exaggerated, or they may not restore one ten thousandth of the true aristocratic family at all. But after going through a desperate situation and crawling out of a remote ravine, I suddenly felt a little bit more understanding when I was in my thirties. Looking back on the past, there are so many bitter events that I can't help but shed tears every time I mention them. I woke up from my dream late at night, my pillow wet with tears, and couldn't fall asleep for a long time. I would like to write this article to record the eight years I spent in Kunming, to burn away the love between my children and the excess kindness that does not match my worth, and to commemorate the edges and corners that have been gradually smoothed by life. Cheers to the past, say goodbye to the dreamy youth, and let yourself return to the ordinary and real intrigues...
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