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Heaven and earth are the reverse journey of all things; time is the passer-by of hundreds of generations. The world has been like this for eternity, but this body is gone forever. Fortunately, my son and I are here. How can we not know the joy of life, and how can we not worry about a vain life? In Luyi County, the soil is like soil, the mountains are forgotten, the ground is scratchy, the sun and moon are like birds in a cage, and the universe is like duckweed on the water. Under the sky, everything is as insignificant as an ant, as thin as a mayfly. How can one be busy and thoughtless, depressed day and night, without rising up and moving forward? If the road is not plowed, we cannot reach far. If we do not read books, we cannot think about the abyss. If we read the books that the ancients have learned all their lives, if we walk on a road that has never been traveled by our predecessors, can a mountain or a river trap me in a corner? How long will it take for Luyi County not to be established? Isn't the curse of non-establishment not made by nature? If it is not established, is it man-made? If a person is standing but not standing, should he die?

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