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Setaria grass grows in the weeds, either in the scorching sun or in the severe cold, with its waist lowered, dancing in the wind, singing in a low voice, but no one is watching. Year after year, it hopes to run unscrupulously and sweep away the depression in its heart, just like Zhang Cheng's poem He lived an ordinary life, but he was unwilling to be ordinary. He wanted to be high but was destined to be low. From his family being in trouble, to fleeing everywhere, to being separated from his relatives, to being separated from his lover, and making mistakes..., He went through hardships and many tests, and finally got a chance to be reborn in Nirvana.

Tonight, the wind howled outside the window, a bolt of lightning pierced the sky, accompanied by a shocking loud noise, and heavy rain poured down. On the hillside of Yaojialing, clusters of blooming honeysuckle were swayed left and right by the water droplets, and the thin golden buds stretched toward the sky, waiting for an opportunity to bloom.