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{Trouble is like a mist, and you are traveling leisurely and slowly} Only when you wake up from the dream do you realize that the road is difficult. The big bald man who woke up after returning to the consciousness of the small world touched his head and whispered "Infinite God." Looking at the communication talisman around him, he recalled that this incarnation went from a baby to a vigorous boy and then to a bumpy youth, as if he never remembered that he had been in middle age and reached old age in confusion and embarrassment. I have lived a lonely and confused life, leaving only one poem that is not even smooth: "Every year, a one-year-old baby comes here, gaining and losing every moment. The straw weighs a thousand pounds, and I look back silently to hold on. The gods are mixed, good and evil, and have seven emotions. People and people are in vain. There are many self-knowledges. The years are wrong, and the seventy-year-old is wasted. The seventy-year-old is fifty-six and thirty-nine. The sky is long and people are old. Things exist in the sky and disappear. There is no one who can think of firecrackers as smoke. Flowers compete for a song, wandering without desires and seeking the same thing, but it is useless and delusional. "The truth is still the same. When people change, I feel that I am not necessarily right. Maybe the truth changes at different times and at different ages. , Even the most easy-to-fit goodness, there are differences in the nature of age and youth between different people and different ages. After all, it is difficult to fit in multiple lives, and there are few changes and growth paths, which is indeed counterproductive. There are three thousand ways of seven emotions and six desires. It is indeed difficult to be difficult and difficult. It is indeed a lot of suffering in the world.