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Childhood is a poem, the smell of grains, the combination of escorts, the ups and downs, all in it, recording my sorrow, to the bullying in middle school, and being disapproved by the teacher, the teacher should have learned the lighthouse of the way in the sea, but because of the top students and poor students and treated differently, and then waited for a little free days in high school to look forward to some expectations, and because of the pressure to give up school, set foot in the unknown society, after countless ups and downs and girlfriend betrayal, finally waited for that ray of light.