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There are sorrows and joys, there are feelings and no feelings, sorrows and joys are just like this poem: Dust drifts in no order, Xuan Ni is as deep as a dream. Even if the clouds move in a thousand different ways, it turns into a sad song of separation. The song of separation is a song of separation, that is, the separation is also cooperation. The entanglement of all sorts of things is wrong and right, so why should anyone be sad? A thousand changes, no one knows, one step leads to a hundred destinies. Whether it's sad or happy