Pray for the evening of the essay, embark on the road away from home, and bid farewell to the mother who taught her children. Time flies, I drifted myself, suddenly looking back at the lights of the mountain, and I have arrived at the quiet railway station.

Bumpy along the way, tossing and turning, sleepless nights. Suddenly, the wind and thunder rolled, and the lightning rushed forward, making many scratches on the tracks.

"Floating clouds travel all day long", the clouds come out of the sky, like green weeds uncertain,

"When I feel the tears, I hate to say goodbye to the birds." The way of action, the way is in the sky, and the heaven and the earth can be learned. Life can be compared to a train running ahead, constantly working hard, constantly moving forward, which does not care about the bumpy road ahead.

The road is vast, pedestrians are not afraid of difficulties, even if the wind and rain are blowing, they will eventually reach the other side. I want to ride the wind, Qionglou Yuyu is nostalgic.

"Chong Guan is angry for the red face", the ruins of the iron horse are still there, and my generation is in the right age. The night is deep, the snoring is like thunder, and the left and right are subverted.

I have a lot of thoughts, and I have fallen asleep.

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