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the year when one's hair is tied behind one's back
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Categories: metropolis
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A poem hides the universe, a dream is a hundred turns. It looks like a bag, but it's like looking for the moon in the water. God, please, people live a life figure a happy just, I came to live, not to ferry robbery ...... God said: first bitter, then sweet, first sweet, then bitter, you choose which? I don't know, but my grandfather said: people in this life, the bitterness has had enough, the sweetness will come naturally.