I am looking forward to today, because the account ban will be lifted today. Yesterday I wrote 10,000 lines of poetry, but I have nowhere to publish it.

I went out to climb a mountain today just to check the weather. I also sorted out my Moments under the trees, blacked out the glaring colors, and made the screen clean.

Today is a great day. The autumn leeks are growing well. The inaudible sound of sharpening knives has been filled with green plasma. People start to play a new game, with each other serving as leeks and sickles, while the real swordsmen quietly set out in the middle of the night.

Please forgive me, I cannot respond to every blessing today. I see the unrecognizable face of my grandfather who died of hunger on the window glass, the face of my lost brother when he fell, and my own ant state under the huge boot sole.

I was just walking in the mountains, trying to see what the land was like, whether it grew poisonous mushrooms and vines, or happy berries, but we found nothing, only mud and clumps of mold.

Everything has its cause and effect. This is the revelation of a forest. Whether it is the sun shining through or the rain watering

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