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The willow silk in spring disturbs the chirping cicadas in summer, the yellow leaves of autumn float into the cold pool of winter, the lotus reflects the sun and shines with the brilliance of life, and the falling snow beautifully adds to the dream of the earth. The four seasons rotate, day and night change, the dullness in life, the gentleness in the passing years, may your heart be pure, may your body be warm, may we always be like the first time we met each other year after year.

Everyone is a star in the sky, everyone has his own story. Under the starry sky tonight, I write down the whispers in the story and the bitterness and bitterness of the past. When I get older, I will dig out those yellowed past memories and feel their joys, sorrows, joys and sorrows. Thanks to everyone who appears in my life, but I just want to be quietly, quietly, a person looking up at the night sky.