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For a while, many talented people left our city. These people were all ordinary before they left our city, and some were not even ordinary, because the word "ordinary" has an elegant meaning, and it is easy to join hands with "great" to form a complex sentence. It is best to say that these people are "mediocre" at work and at home. They rarely show their faces in public. They often appear in the vegetable market with some embarrassment. At home, there are also those who cook because they have too much salt and too little oil. Some of them are forced to surrender. There are also a few of them who can only sit on the edge of the chair during meetings - but they all suddenly become capable people, making it easy for our city to fall into the past in the midst of stupefaction, and make our thoughts blurred and uncomfortable in the memory.

On the second day of the Beginning of Winter in the twenty-four solar terms, there was still frost falling on the canal bay. The frost covered the canal bay in white, and the branches grew old overnight. But the cold only lasted for a while, and then it was driven away by the bright white sun. The frost and snow that had just condensed on the thatch disappeared in the blink of an eye. The thatch was still fluffy, still mixed with orange and earthy colors. There are also clusters of purple willows, which look fake no matter how you look at them on that frosty morning.