Chapter 386
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A person's life is no more than a hundred years.
From the moment he was born, to learning how to walk, to studying and understanding, to starting a family, dozens of years passed like water.
Now he stood at the head of the tide of twenty, watching flowers bloom and fall before his eyes. In the crowded crowd, things remain the same, but people have changed, no longer childish.
So he asked, where did he come from, where did he go, and when did he return?
Under the mulberry tree, lush green mountains.
After traveling for thirty years, he slowly returned. His eyes were filled with sorrow, and he felt tears fall from his eyes.
In the past, he obtained the good reputation of a neighbor. In the far distance, he changed the thick black of a person. Today, he returned, the glory was gone, the distant dust was restrained. Looking back, fifty years of smoke and clouds, he told himself.
An old man, holding a wooden crutch, on a barren mountain grave, he recalled the past, and spoke of the vicissitudes of the world.
In the coffin, he did not ask much. Whether he left his name or not, it was up to the world to judge.
Living in the golden age, experiencing hardships, the dust returned to the earth. In the end, he came from the earth, and left the earth.
In that year, the flowers bloomed without a source, the leaves fell and no one swept them. The weeds stood alone on a green grave, leisurely sleeping, gazing at the mountain.
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