One day, I passed away, those who hate me danced gracefully, those who loved me burst into tears. The next day, my body was buried deep in the ground with its head facing west. Those who hate me looked at my grave with a smile, and those who loved me didn't dare to look back. A year later, my bones have rotted, and my graves are raining and blowing wind. People who hate me, occasionally when they mention me after a meal, still have an angry face. People who love me, in the dead of night, silent tears to whom Crying. Ten years later, I had no corpses, only some residual bones. Those who hate me only vaguely remember my name and have forgotten my face. People who love me the most, there is a short silence when they think of me, and life gradually blurs everything. Decades later, my grave was blown away by the rain and the wind, but it was deserted. The people who hated me, and those who had forgotten me who loved me the most, also followed into the tomb. To this world, I have completely become nothingness. I have struggled all my life, and I can't take away a tree and a tree. I have been persistent all my life, and I can't take away any vanity and admiration. In this life, regardless of high or low, rich or poor, one day will come to this last step. In the future generations, Huo Ran looked back, my life is nothing but a dead end! I want to cry, but I can't make a sound, I want to confess, but it's too late! Live your life with your heart, and don't take the eyes of others as the yardstick. Love, hatred, and hatred are actually just love for oneself. Three thousand prosperous, in a flash, a hundred years later, but a handful of yellow sand
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