A branch, broken and split, dangling year after year, clicking its song to the wind, with neither leaves nor bark, bear, wan, worn out by a long life and a long death. Its song echoes, cracking and persistent. Stubbornly, it resounds with secret anguish for yet another summer, yet another winter.
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Life should be so much more than just surviving; 最后一个要战胜的敌人是自己。太值得回味了,兄弟拉面可以看上无数遍。对安叔佩服得五体投地。