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113 Difficult trek

Will it be tough?

Under the heavy weight of that hand, he felt that it seemed difficult to take every step,

He never imagined that the weight would be heavier than he had imagined.

It was so heavy that he thought he was going to let go,

He thought he was about to lose his move, and then he let go.

Look at the sun that is sinking in the west, and look at the foot of the mountain,

It seems that his position is still quite a distance from the foot of the mountain.

It's as if you've experienced the struggle and consideration of life and death there.

What kind of painful torture needs to be experienced and what there is no way to do,

It seems that life is there to be some kind of torture,

It's also what kind of pain is needed there,

And there is nothing to be done in the torment of life,

It's also something that can't be avoided. It's hard, and you're always there to hide.

Something seems to be something that doesn't exist, and something that can't seem to be discovered.

It seems that there is something that is getting more and more difficult there, something that is very difficult, something that is feeling difficult there, something that is getting more and more difficult.

It's a heaviness, a heaviness of life itself,

In that heaviness, too, I got something completely wrong,

It's also something that can't be found there at all, something that seems to exist,

But when I went to touch the truth, and when I searched for it, I found that it was empty, a complete piece of emptiness.

What you don't believe in that reality, and what seems to be hard to believe there,

It's like there's no way to believe it, it's all hypocritical there,

It also seems that it is all shrouded in a hazy and confused lid there,

It's like a veil of mystery that can't be lifted,

And he was very tired and tired of this feeling.

It's always hard to find by yourself, it's always hard to find by yourself,

When you can't find it and can't find it, you will choose to give up there.

It's as if you're going to choose to give up completely.,There's quietly watching,

But he couldn't find anything, and in the end, he could only turn around and come back again in a helpless way after that turn.

Come back again and again, face the difficulties and the weights.

And the lime powder in the sack was poured out, and it was poured into the palm of the hand.

That's the lime powder of the white flowers, which can be re-burned.

He seemed to be able to feel the powder of the white flower thrown into the air,

So will there be a little bit of fire in the air?

He didn't know it very well, and he didn't do it.

just honestly sprinkled lime powder on the big stone according to Guan Yunhu's request,

In the air, on the stones, in the palms of his hands,

The white powder was dotted like broken elves flying in the air,

Like a quiet and silent crystallization spread on the stones,

It was like a mass of dead spark ashes in the palm of my hand.

He just quietly sprinkled that lime dust there.