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The road is so far away that I will go up and down to search for it. Life is a book. Destiny is the path taken. A human lives for one hundred years, which is more than thirty-six thousand five hundred days. A person's life destiny; family accounts for about one-third, society accounts for about one-third, struggle accounts for about one-third, and the rest is luck. The weather is home, geography is society, and people are talents; they create different people's lives. In the long river of life, individuals are just passers-by, like a spoonful of soil, a stone, a leaf, a piece of grass, they are all passing by. Some are famous throughout the ages, while others are unknown, and words have recorded the imprint of the past. It tells the story of a woman.

Wumeng, in the southwest of the motherland, is the roof of the Yunnan-Guizhou Plateau; here, mountains are connected to mountains and ditches are connected to ditches, and it is difficult to see a piece of flat land; the sea of ​​clouds is billowing, the smoke is long, there is drizzle all year round, and it is rare to see sunny days. Wumeng fell asleep. The strong wind of the times, the sonorous footsteps of the Republic's advancement, the salutes that opened the mountains, the drilling rigs that entered the ground, and the rolling wheels all merged into the symphony of the times, the strongest sound. Wumeng wakes up! Black gold vomited out from the chest, and iron and steel flowed out. Wumeng is a treasure! Medical workers grow up with Wumeng, shine with Wumeng, and soar with Wumeng; their youth, blood, and years remain in this land. They are not afraid of hardship or tiredness. They have grown up and become rich; they have gained love and smiles. Deeply love this land.