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This is a story about love and hope that begins on a snowy night in the middle of winter. New things will always come, and people will eventually forget. But I still want to say that the fireworks in the bells that day were really beautiful, very beautiful.
I hope that you can all like the Star of Bethlehem growing on the top of the mountain, and that you can all meet your own Ci Yingxian, but you will not become King Er.
It was purely a fantasy, but he did meet that clown, and he did leave that city and became a very, very powerful person. But his Ci Yingxian never appeared again, and the winter sun there seemed to be just an old dream when he took a nap in high school class. After waking up, nature is broken. But just remembering a little bit of it was enough to make him happy and worry about it for the rest of his life.
Concept: Too beautiful things are generally illusory