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The autumn wind was bleak, walking alone on the street of a foreign land, the cold wave came quietly. The crowd who were usually crowded at night came back faintly, with yellow street lamps, falling leaves and praseoides writing a touch of desolation, the old father at the other end blurry his sight: Are you in good health? The only son is honorable, he enjoys the glory of his peers in the village, his ancestors are poor, and his father has no chance to learn. Only working is the mission of his life. After the exam, I handed in the examination paper I brought back. I checked it back and forth like a program, half a ring, and said rigorously: I have to work hard! Such a plain childhood, Father! You are afraid that I will be bullied by my playmate, so you often take me with you and learn to be unsociable; You are afraid that I will be satirized by malicious words, and you will tolerate and protect me everywhere and learn to be silent; you are afraid that I will encounter the cold winter, go to school with Frost to add clothes for me, and learn to rely on! Crossing the winding and rugged mountain road, taking over the luggage in your hand, like a bird flying in a bamboo cage, the breath of freedom suddenly disrupted the rhythm of the psychological cycle! Facing the novel world, I have too many fantasies! When I grew up, the realistic society, the cruel rules of the game and the inside story of fighting for power and profits were far less simple than the mountain playing house. The Hidden intrigue almost suffocated me! Father, I’m tired, really tired! You taught me: To be honest, to be a man of duty every day, but to be severely stepped on by the latter. I didn’t complain, because the teacher said that justice would be upheld one day; You taught me: A kind person whenever blood is output from my arm, someone laughs at me for being silly, disdain it, proudly faces the sky, and promises: a good man has a safe life! Everything has changed. Father, please tell me whether I can still pursue that piece of unpolluted pure land in this world of mixed fish and Pearl!

[Responsible editor: yi er]]

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