There Is Fertile Land in the Heart

A wine fountain is like a jar of strong wine stored deep in time. When you encounter it for the first time, you feel the harshness and spiciness; when you taste it again, you can taste the sweetness of the clear spring, the mellowness of the grains, and the richness of human kindness. It is silent, but it leaves a complex and warm imprint quietly on the heart, which is appropriate and will not dissipate for a long time.

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