The mountains and rivers remain the same, so people pity each other!

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"He, how's that?"

Someone asked him!

"What else can a person with a ruined family do?"

He looked intently at the person who asked him, and asked rhetorically.

"To achieve great things, there must always be sacrifices! For the sake of equality in the fairy world in the future, for the sake of thousands of us in the future! They are fearless pioneers, they are selfless devotees, and they will always be remembered by future generations! They will always be praised by history!"

A sentence interjected next to it, faintly, a steady voice, like the sun shining, seems to be able to shine on people's hearts.

As soon as these words came out!

Suddenly

Voiceless!

Silence is silence,

It is also a manifestation of some kind of incompetence.

These three people came out of the same place.

On the same mountain, in the same Qing'an, with the same master, and the same method, three people who are completely different have been taught!

therefore

And so there is the above conversation. The dialogue represents the thoughts that they have learned for half of their lives.

The wind, blow!

Cloud, come here!

He, look up!

Looking up, in the blue sky, the slightly abrupt single cloud hung miserably and faintly, as far as the eye could see, the blue sky was like a faint dirt that could not be washed off.

maybe

It will also feel lonely.

maybe

It's sad too.

In front of this, endless blue.

In this way, the heaven and the earth of one color, in the midst of.

In the heavy sense of oppression, in the thick majesty, how long can it hang miserably and bleakly?

It's all fate!

On this day, poor!

This land, pitiful!

This man, poor!

Even, with an endless, blue sky, that slightly abrupt single cloud, like a piece of light dirt that can't be washed off, even more pitiful!