We hurried across the crowds to the tranquil lake at the bottom of our hearts and began another experience.

The joy of childhood, very simple.

The joy of growing up is still very simple.

The difference is just the degree of difficulty in obtaining it.

I hope your happiness is easily satisfied. If I could, I hope it doesn't end.

Your joy will not end for us, only interrupting misfortune.

It is said that if you want more, you must bear more. But there is always an end to the landscape, and there is always a limit to bearing. If you can, when you're really tired, I hope you'll be brave and relieved.

Few people will comfort you, there is too much brilliance in this world, sometimes people can't look at it, and they can't care about you.

But it doesn't matter, if not, we'll do it ourselves.

It doesn't matter, of course I want to soak up the warm winter sun, if not, I choose to wear armor and not be afraid of the cold.

It doesn't matter, of course I want to be warm and inspiring, if not, I choose to fight alone, useless and worldly.

It doesn't matter, of course I know that the future is unpredictable, but unfortunately, I don't want to settle down, so I only choose my distant place.

It doesn't matter, I still have me.

It doesn't matter, I still have dreams.

Chapter 78 of "Liu's Essays" has a relationship, you have to be firm is hitting in your hand, please wait a moment,

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