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lit. don't hear the singing of the turbid sea (idiom); fig. dispel evil and usher in good news
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Categories: youthfulness
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In my memory, how many people, how many things have become bubbles. In my memories, how many laughs, how many tears, have begun to scab over. But fortunately, in the beginning and past of my youth, you walked through. And them, the sunshine and the flowers. All of them have become the most brilliant dream in my past years, only that once I wake up, everything will be turned into blue sky.