Don't be fragile like glass. Some people always stare at themselves, and they can't see far if they are tall; Always like to complain, but also annoying others. Where is the sweetness without bitterness? Not as fragile as glass, but as transparent as crystal, as brilliant as the sun and as strong as wintersweet. Since you open your eyes and enjoy the coolness of the wind, don't complain about the tiny grains of sand in the wind.

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? Extraction code: ycxm, this fragrance is not the strong fragrance of magnolia, the sweet fragrance of peony and peony, nor the smell of various mixed perfumes in shopping malls, but the fragrance of soft soil, the mottled leaves of cypress trees and the dew of grass. This fragrance seems to have been washed by spring rain, so it invades your nostrils lightly and gently, which makes people forget it. Quiet, in this starry spring night. Every drop is too soft to be true, and even the footsteps are surprisingly peaceful and quiet. You gently open your eyes and look at this spring world with surprise and shyness, a world you dream of for the third time. According to my mother, when she was eighteen, she was introduced by her sister and married her father. At that time, the family was poor and there was no dowry at all. After taking a shower and putting on a red flower jacket, they married their father. At that time, my father was a scholar in the village, and my mother was very beautiful, which can be described as a perfect match. I've been dreaming a lot lately, and I can always dream about the past. Those vague and strange people and things in the past gradually emerged from the depths of my memory.