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Life is a mirror, but I broke it, looking at the glass slag on the ground, I carefully tried to piece it back together, but the sharp sharp angle cut through my fingers, and the bright red of the yin red once again spread the trembling pain throughout my body. If you don't pick it up, you use a broom, pick it up, and dump it into the garbage can, which is a complete farewell to the lost life.
From now on, I will no longer take others as a reference, the environment as an excuse, measured by worldly standards, and if I can, I would like to be a beam of light that illuminates the darkness around me, or at least I will no longer rely on foreign objects, I spontaneously follow my light, illuminate my path, and one day the light is extinguished and I should go. I call this the burning of life!
Everyone, in fact, is a beam of light, do not secretly hurt in that light and shadow, that is the projection of foreign objects, in the night of life, you just have to burst your light.
![The stool is actually a mirror, and whether the stool is good or not can tell whether a person's spleen and stomach are good[fig]](data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAP///wAAACwAAAAAAQABAAACAkQBADs=)