A little recall, two Sauvignon Blanc,

Three words are poems, and four words are obsessed.

Five points are not relatives, how are the six masters lonely,

Trigger seven emotions continuous, meandering eight miles.

Ninety-nine is one, and the people of ten directions are sad,

Thousands of days of drowning, thousands of sleepless nights.

- "One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Ninety, Million, Million, Even"

Therefore, "My 213 Life" is a written record of the period when I just graduated from college and was at home, and "213" is "2B", which is my work of confusion and crankiness at home.

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