The wind lifts the yellow sand, and people are accompanied by soil and dryness, with dry and cracked lips, hands covered with soil, and yellow stained clothes forever.
Civilization still exists when you are hungry, "When I cut off my arm to feed you, you will know that you are my child." Civilization is not enjoyed by all people, only some people cherish.
God is like the wind and touches everything. I wrapped myself in a delicate shell. Exquisite delicacy is the most useless.
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