There are always things that no one can accurately capture or describe, for example, memory.

It is the aquatic plants floating in the heart of the river, the display cabinet in the museum, hard and cold, untouchable, only allowed to stand alone and stay, as if in fact, the reef has the softest embrace, none of you know.

Maybe you have met a person, who made you experience love and hate, tasted joys and sorrows, made you softer or stronger, and made you see some warmth and ugliness in this world, but you have forgotten it.

Maybe you have seen a magnificent tulip, in a certain midnight, the moon is like flowing water and snow, so that you have experienced the heavy word "fate" in an instant, but you have forgotten it.

Maybe you've walked into a courtyard where there is a drizzle of sycamores, sometimes cold and smoky, sometimes heavy snow.

You had a dream about "floating life" there, but you have forgotten it.

Those who husband heaven and earth are also the rebels of all things; Those who have passed through time are also passers-by for hundreds of generations.

Floating like a dream, for joy?

His life is like a float, and his death is resting -

There is only one kind of heroism in life, and that is to love life after recognizing the truth of life.

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