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A letter, a letter that is written forever and has no ending...

This is a small collection of poems that contains all my insignificant works. In my eyes, poetry is the deepest source of the human soul, condensing all profound and connotative words. Moreover, poetry will never grow old. It will be frozen in the long river of time, waiting for people who can understand its meaning to discover it and discover its eternity. I am willing to express my feelings in the hills where the breeze blows, in the tinkling creeks, in the streets where the drizzle is pouring, anywhere. I dedicate this collection of poems to you and to everyone who is in the same situation as me. I hope this will impress everyone I love.

A snowfield, a shotgun, the turbulent years of two generations, suffering, happiness, and glory, they all coexist no matter what era they are in.