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The best gift in life is the reluctance to remember. Every day we pass, we are a horse. In the distance, the horse bells, hoof prints and smoke are all drifting emotions that attract our eyes. We stood there and watched the sky slowly get darker, and the rays of light began to smear our cheeks. On both sides of this road, waves of delicate flowers have already bloomed. Our laughter and tears are the nourishment of this fragrant journey. Those budding days are precious memories of our past every minute; the moments when memories blossom leave fragrant shadows; tell the past to the future, and let tomorrow be warmed by the heat of today.