Every place you reach belongs to yesterday. No matter how green the mountains are, how beautiful the water is, and how gentle the wind is. Lingering deeply becomes a kind of fetter, which not only binds your feet, but also the future.
Every place you reach belongs to yesterday. No matter how green the mountains are, how beautiful the water is, and how gentle the wind is. Lingering deeply becomes a kind of fetter, which not only binds your feet, but also the future.
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