My hometown Pingchuan smiles a hundred steps, and I see the distant mountains calling me, passing by them thousands of times. The moment when a person with a heart falters and smiles like a flying dragon in his hand, there is also the well-known melancholy and bitterness. My heart is full of joy and you are proud of the wine in your cup, and everyone is looking at the plain mountains and walking in mediocrity. Do you know that thousands of passers-by seem to be adding to the fire, but they are like adding fuel to the fire. You see the happiness in your dreams, this ardent hope for a better life. I wonder if you who long for life will be given as much by life as you expect? Maybe this is the reality, to suffer so much for this last resort. The wind blows gently. It's not that anyone is suitable for you, but that you are not suitable for anyone. When you pass by on the maple forest path, there are not so many roads, and it is also a beautiful scenery. I accidentally discovered that it's not that you can't cry, but that you don't want to cry. At any time you are still waiting for your ordinary flowers to bloom.
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