When you meet and hate late, people who are humane have already left lightly.

It's not ruthless, it's all for, and the clutch karma is unpredictable.

Autumn goes to Yunhong, spring is deep tidbits, and the wind and rain follow the north and south.

Fei Fei scattered, and asked who could get the scoop.

Jun lifted himself and flew high, knowing when he was going and when the terrier would rest.

The laughter of the elegant window, looking back into the old traces.

Small letters, fine lines of needlework, one by one.

Wind and snow, this growth is memory.

- "Nian Nujiao* Meeting and Hate Night"

Note: I borrowed a word from Wu Ju, a native of Xiuning County (now Anhui) in the Southern Song Dynasty, to express my feelings at this time. I used to prefer to drink alone in the small window, but now I prefer to walk the world, cut off the love thread, and be a man. I've been coming to Ningbo for a while, but I rarely set foot in other places except near where I work. When I came to Ningbo, I realized that the amount of wine I drank in the north all the year round could rise from one bottle to three bottles; When I came to Ningbo, I realized that the wet and cold weather was like this; When I came to Ningbo, I realized that I could run with enough strength here to run farther than when I was in the north, and I would not breathe; When I came to Ningbo, I realized that I was just me, very small, humble and mediocre, but fortunately I could meet a good leader and a good fellow countryman. Maybe the real "Tao" is produced in pain, not in the dream of extravagance, I think, people have to change after all, just like I used to write well, but now I will only "233, hahahaha,, tweez, Nima...", growth is always a process of subtraction, but also a lonely journey of the soul......

"I Am the Emperor of Freedom" 13, changed is in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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