Life is more than what is in front of you, but you have never seen poetry and distance.

Feed the horse with a dream, and the more you feed it, the more stupid it becomes;

Poetry and distance, the farther away the dirtier.

The spring breeze is ten miles, and it can't kill you;

Facing the sea, catch now.

Life, in the final analysis, is just a dream of Nanke,

Looking back again,

The past is still the same-

"My Uncle is the Immortal Emperor" The starry sky doesn't ask passers-by, the years pay off The hand is hitting, please wait a moment,

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