Years have aged and the face has settled down with unspeakable emotions. Happiness is not a temporary thing, but a lifetime thing. What is love? What is love like? Love is the rain of spring, and the place nourished by love always appears to be full of vigor. Every clump of weeds is delicate and beautiful, and every sapling stands tall. To live is to smile in the face of reality, to look past obstacles and look into the future; to live is to use the scissors of the heart to cut out the green branches on the road of life; to live is to ignite beans in the depths of the soul when faced with confusion or darkness. A large but bright and smiling lamp.
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