We live our lives as what others say about ourselves. At first we are confused, then we forget our own names, and then we are left whimpering.
++You chase it only because of its beautiful appearance, but when you see it crawling out of the dirty black rare earth, you no longer appreciate its beautiful wings, you only hate the stench. The same is true for people. When the spring breeze is triumphant, the mountains and fields are filled with flowers. But when you are knocked back to the dark soil by rumors and rumors, they will only smile mercilessly at you.
+++ Fortunately, I met someone in my cardamom years. From now on, I am no longer like a weed, swaying in the wind and not knowing where to go. I shattered the sunset, and the sun asked me to compensate. I compensated him to the sun, and from then on he became my only light.
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Purpose: To pay tribute to the people you meet in your life