Some true feelings, about the elderly, about rural customs, etc.
This year has given me some unprecedented feelings.
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On New Year's Eve, he asked when he could leave.
Ask him to live until the end of his fifteenth year
He kept his word and couldn't lie to me.
It snowed heavily a few days ago, and he said he would leave when the snow melts.
Water dripped from the eaves all night yesterday
He left at noon
No noise, very quiet
The water on the eaves no longer flows
No matter this, I am already very strong, and I have spent the young year despite the pain of cancer.
After the New Year, it will be eighty-eight, which is auspicious.
You will go where you want to go,
No more suffering in the world.
Intention: I hope he is well
