Prosperity is withered, superior to the gorgeousness of the moment, but trying to stay in the gorgeousness forever, deep and unable. The withered world is overflowing deeply and obsessively. It can be robbed and killed everywhere, and it can be played everywhere, and it cannot be let go. If it is not deep, you need the Bible; if you don't let it go, you need the Bible.
He is not a knight who prancing horses and swords, he is a saint who bears proverbs.
For those traveling westward, the desert and raging sand are just the foundation, but for those traveling westward, faith is nothing more.
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