Look at the corner of the corner as beautiful as the snow of jade,

Not a single blemish has been added.

It's quietly waiting,

It's quietly waiting,

Waiting for a fateful encounter with whom,

Come and look forward to writing the life that galloped in the past.

It has met and encountered the emigrants,

The literati and writers used Danqing to write Hong Zhi Lonely,

Sketch a few strokes, or book or write or draw,

And he flew that thought up to nine heavens,

And in the meantime passed on,

Passed down to the end of the millennium.

But time flies,

In the past and present, it is difficult to write half a point, the confusion of a teenager.

But if it is just right, the years are just right,

Just acquainted with it,

Half unknown, half familiar.

That cause is caused and extinguished,

Written and rewritten,

Although some encounters are unknown,

But it has long been doomed,

is still vaguely still in the mood of the year,

Appeared in the most eventful years.

But some experiences, although colorful,

But there has long been no reunion, no more meeting,

has long been commented as "clean",

It's no longer the dream it used to be.

But these clouds, these looming black letters,

but recorded a pompous prosperity,

And the story,

A story that belongs to one person.

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Note: Let the useless self start to be useful, let the useful self be more useful, and then make the more useful self irreplaceable, this is what I think is the value of human beings. The pursuit of excellence, success naturally meets unexpectedly.

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