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Time flies, time flies. One hundred years go by in a blink of an eye. As if looking back, that scene reappeared in front of me. Follow my footsteps and look back on the past stories.

One flower, one grass, one world, thirty-six kinds of life, thirty-six kinds of states, joy and sorrow are mutually exclusive, and you can understand the warmth and coldness of life, love and hatred. You are me and I am you.

For all eternity, there will be grievances and hatreds in the world, and the hatred of the country and the family, it is better to drink a fine wine.

How many times have we been separated and how many times have we been injured? How can we stop loving?