The years of running, rubbing everyone's eyes, just like this, saw clearly, and grew up quietly. The sun shines and the night comes to tell each other. No one told me how to live, just wandering, just confused. Counting the years minute by minute, watching them slip away like this, he smiled helplessly.

The long years are to embellish the red dust and no longer be lonely. I am like the most ignorant child, on the beach of dreams, I have lost the happy seashells again and again, but I have picked up the most useless boulders again and again. The sea and the sky are colorful, and I didn't appreciate it well, so I acted willfully. Day and night, night and day, day passed, two days passed, and it was lost. The carriage of the years, running secretly, did not tell anyone, and we seemed to have forgotten him.

Lost like this, so willful. One walks, one lives, one world, one exists.

Time is like a spring bubbling and never returning, and I slowly understand the true meaning of life and the meaning of life as a person. Love life, even if it is small, even humble.

Who am I, if I am lost in the crowd, I will not be found. I am so ordinary, I am not the protagonist of a fantasy novel, I have a sudden adventure, and the cow forks up. Ordinary me, there is no gain without hard work. It's so simple, but it's hard to compare.

Grow up, like a tree, and grow slowly. Tolerate everything, without edges and corners, this is the price of a good life. Flashy and unrealistic, after all, it is not the right way, but the bamboo basket is empty, and how much you gain will lose after all. I once fantasized that one day I had an adventure, recognized a very good master, got very powerful exercises, smiled proudly, and galloped for nine days.

But in the end, I understand that without strength, no matter how much boasting and reverie there is, it will eventually be a ridiculous lie. The revelation of life will eventually grow up after hitting the wall again and again, not knowing what to do again and again, being funny and laughing again and again, and self-defeating again and again.

"I Am the Emperor of Freedom" [Travel Collection] 01: Day and night are in the middle of the hand, please wait a while,

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