Think about it, this is a corner of many childhood memories, in addition to being self-pity for me now, in fact, to some extent, it has established my values in the obscurity. Today, through the filter that turns yellow with the years, every detail is so cordial from the bottom of my heart. When I hear the theme song with a sense of age, I am almost moved to tears, just like a wanderer returning home after a long absence, discovering everything They are still the same, every flower tree, every building, every deceased person - of course, not only the external things, but also themselves have not changed. It also makes my heart often overflow with unspeakable gratitude, because when others envy and yearn for the Seavers, I can secretly immerse myself in superiority and happiness, and then I can't help but feel ashamed. Perhaps I am the most powerful argument for someone who is on the opposite side of these values. I don't have the coolness of Mike, the success of Carol, and the innocence and kindness of little Ben.
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