New book introduction:

Sue is a college student who was sold to a thug as his wife five years ago.

The gangster is silent every day, and has three hobbies: drinking, fighting, and her.

Later, the thugs got into a fight with someone, crippled the person, and asked her to take the blame.

He said, "After three years, I will give you freedom." ”

She agreed, stepped into hell, and was never heard from again.

When I came out again, I wanted to open the sky and live a comfortable life.

But no, at the prison gate, the man looked at her with his back against the wall, with a smile on his face.

Since then, her world has collapsed.

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The following is enough to make up 500 words:

Rabindranath Tagore "Born Like a Summer Flower"

I hear echoes from the valley and from the heart

Harvest empty souls with a lonely scythe

Repeat the decision and the happiness repeatedly

There will eventually be an oasis swaying in the desert

I believe in myself

Born like a bright summer flower

Undefeated and undefeated, demon rule is like fire

Bear the load of the heartbeat and the burden of breathing

Never get tired of it

I heard music, from the moonlight and the carcass

Auxiliary extreme bait captures ethereal beauty

Life is full of fierceness and innocence

There are always memories that run through the world

I believe in myself

When you die, it is like a beautiful autumn sunset leaf

It is not prosperous or chaotic, and the posture is like smoke

Even if it withers, it retains the pride of plumping muscles and bones

Mysterious and mysterious

I hear love, I believe in love

Love is a pool of struggling blue-green algae

Like a bleak wind

Through the veins where I lost blood

The faith of the stationed years

I believe that everything can be heard

Even foresee separation, meet another self

And some moments can't be grasped

If you look around, you will never return

Look at my hairpin on my head,

Blooming all the way along the way

Frequently missing some,

I was deeply moved by the wind, frost, rain and snow

Prajnaparamita, one by one

Life is like a summer flower, death is like an autumn leaf

What do you care about