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The poet integrated half his life's emotions into these poems, and lived with all his strength regardless of gains and losses. This collection of poems is divided into: the poet's lyrical feelings and imagination, appreciation of Song poetry, description of scenery, feelings and insights from traveling around the world, occasional leisure poetry creation, film viewing and other critical works. When I listen to Qiu Yu feeling sad alone at night, I may realize that not only the youthful spirit has disappeared, but also the starlight I saw along the way.

A few minutes ago, the old man who was chatting with Ling Min was shot in the head by three people who broke in through the window. "You call this human?" With auburn skin and shriveled muscles, he looked like a mummy. Why? Ling Min was sure that the previous conversation was true and rubbed her eyes in disbelief. Looking again, except for the holes in his temples that swore to seize life, what was reflected was the face of a kind old man. He's obviously a human being! So... "I'm the one with the problem!"