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I love this country, who loves me?

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Life is like a journey. All the beauty and warmth are silent like a shadow, standing quietly behind you, will not meet head-on, as long as you burn and continue to go into the distance, it will follow all the way.

Nan Sheng's "Not for Meeting, Just for the Distance".

Just as we bought drunk on the street when we were young, wanted to experience love, tried to pretend to be mature, and also ran wildly regardless of the sideways, but one day we will establish our own order, it doesn't matter whether it is fast or slow, the key is to be suitable.

Shen Xiwei's "Wu Duansui Days When the Crowd Disappeared".

Life is a cup of tea, bitter for a while, but not for a lifetime. If you love it, life is lovely.

Centella asiatica "Smile to Warmth, Peace".

You just bury your head in your own goals, it doesn't matter if others think you are a witch or a princess, you have your own swan princes waiting for you to weave thorny clothes through hardship.

Tao Lixia "Give You to the Cavity Time".

Everyone's time is limited, in the most colorful or the most simple limited time, can do what they really yearn for, and when they grow old, they will be remembered with affection and full of happiness. I am happy.

Li Jing "Your Life Will Shine Eventually".

Love makes people not afraid of rumors, not afraid of wind and frost, but afraid of time.

Bai Jinhu "It's better to sleep and watch in a dream".

"Song of the Four Seasons of the Tian Family".

In spring, the spring breeze blows, the flowers bloom and the grass grows and butterflies fly.

The wheat seedlings are tender, and the mulberry leaves are fat.

In the summer, the farm is busy, picking silkworms and planting seedlings.

Get up early and work diligently, and come back to wear moonlight.

In autumn, the rice is on the field, and the grain is like a grain fragrant.

Although the body is hard, the heart is happy.

In winter, the snow is clear, and the newly made cotton clothes are warm and light.

It's been a year of farming, and everyone is smiling.

What I Live For".

Author丨Russell.

The desire for love, the quest for knowledge, and the unquenchable sympathy for human suffering—these three pure and incomparably strong feelings have dominated my life. These three feelings are like a hurricane, in the deep sea of suffering, wantonly blowing me to and fro, blowing me to the brink of despair.

I seek love, first of all, because it brings me ecstasy, and it is so strong that I am often willing to sacrifice everything else in my life for the pleasure of hours. I seek love, and secondly, because love lifts loneliness—a trembling heart, at the edge of the world, overlooking the cold, dead, unfathomable abyss.

I seek love, in the end, because in the union of love, I see the mystical microcosm of the fairyland imagined by the sages and poets. That's what I was looking for, and even though it seemed too good for life, I got it in the end.

I seek knowledge with the same passion, and I want to understand the human heart. I wanted to know why the stars sparkled, and I tried to understand the power of Pythagoras' thought, that numbers govern the flow of things. I've had some accomplishments in this area, but not much.

Love and knowledge lead me to the sky as much as possible, but compassion always brings me back to earth.

The echoes of the cry of pain echoed in my heart, the hungry children, the victims of the torture of the oppressed, the helpless old people who were seen as a burden by their children, and the whole world full of loneliness, poverty and misery, were a mockery of the life that human beings should live. I longed to alleviate these misfortunes, but there was nothing I could do, and I myself suffered from them.

This is my life, and I feel like my life is worth living. If I had the chance, I would love to live again.