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The scholar lowered his head and carefully observed the dust under his feet. She frowned, but a closer look revealed that her eyes were blank. Then she looked up at the sky. Too blue. Speaking of which, she has never seen such a blue sky. The feeling of white clouds is really beautiful Looking at it, her eyebrows gradually eased, revealing a shallow smile.
Gee, I'm worried about my head. I'm just lost.
I thought about it and smiled at the sky. The scholar just found a tree at random and looked up at the sky.
The sky is blue. This concept, which has been instilled since childhood, has long been a natural existence and has been ignored by myself. It shuttles between busy cities every day, keeping its eyes only on the front, but what is ahead? Is it hope? This should be a beautiful answer. However, what is it again and again? I really don't know. The more you grow up, the more awake you are, but the more confused you are. The feeling of not being able to get up often drives the sensitive self crazy. But no one can give himself an answer, and I feel that this road can only go on by myself, even if there is no exit in front of me. ...
Shit, why do you think so much! The scholar banged his head. You are already in the game. If you don't relax yourself, you will like it. ...