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The cicadas are chilling, it's late in the pavilion, and the showers are beginning to stop. There is no trace of drinking in the tent of the capital, and the place of nostalgia is the orchid boat. Holding hands and looking into tearful eyes, they were speechless and choked. The thought goes away, thousands of miles of smoke waves, the dusk is heavy and the sky is vast. Since ancient times, sentimental feelings have hurt parting, and it is even more embarrassing to neglect the Qingqiu Festival! Where did you wake up tonight? On the bank of willows, the dawn wind wanes and the moon falls. After so many years, it should be a good time and good scenery. Even if there are thousands of customs, who can tell them?

Life in this world is like a fleeting moment, and whether you give it up or not, it will eventually drift away in the corner with the wind. Looking back at the past thirty years, I have accomplished nothing and can only reminisce alone late at night. One day I will grow old, and I am afraid that I will not be able to remember what I want to remember, but what I want to forget will be engraved in my mind, so I write this first.