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Chapter 6: Endless disputes push you and me to the farthest ends, heresy and extremes

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    It had been raining for several days in a row, and he no longer wanted to care. His right ankle was hurting again. Yu Yao told him to lower his chin. He didn't care whether his life was colorful or not. He felt happy when he heard the music. He didn't care whether he had eaten or not.  My will is so strong, and the overwhelming sadness blooms in my sky. Let¡¯s listen to Ashin¡¯s new song, a British rock and majestic Chinese song.  In the morning, the noisy neighbors woke me up, and I was awakened from the nightmare of a grand siege. I couldn't go back. My castle had a sunny sky and sea on one side, and towering mountains on the other. I got up and went out to work.  It seems that a typhoon is lingering not far away. The white clouds are blown away by the wind. The beautiful clouds, flowing clouds, and higher clouds are as stable as mountains. I feel like I am standing in the center of the city, and it is an indifferent scene.  Suppose, the long sadness streaks across the long sky, the long sky of white clouds and blue sky.  If we want to tell you the real answer, if we don¡¯t want time to go by and we don¡¯t want to see tomorrow, we just have to stop. We don¡¯t want to go back to the past or to the appearance of a teenager.  Cheng Yijie: Occasionally, I mean occasionally, I want to hug the mountains and kiss the water.  Feed one or two wild cats and dogs, soak in the light rain and run around for a while.  Each of the flowers in the cracks of the rocks is in full bloom, and we should live as relaxed a life as possible.  Music Love Letter Long Yinyue: Often, I mean often, I cannot hold a mountain or kiss water.  Unable to feed one or two wild cats and dogs, soak in a light rain, and run around for a while.  The withering in the cracks of the stone, every branch is so helpless, and we can only stretch our lives as much as possible.  Ashin on May Day: "Wake up before midnight, confused as the sea, the stars have forgotten their brightness. We are children, we were all children once, and were born on this ship. People call the ark, like a small boat, with whispers overflowing the deck, and wind and rain shaking the flagpole.  . People cut through the mountains, cut out the clouds, and sewed sails. What kind of future will we sail towards?  Compass. When the huge waves come, our hands are loosened and our hearts are shattered. Everyone, every heart, the storm is running away! The gods have left, the ghosts are reveling, and the people are entangled, who was born with the wrong blood?  Who has the wrong color? Who has the wrong expectation? Drifting in the boundless ocean is not called loneliness. The darkest night is not the darkest, but the endless disputes between people, pushing you and me to the farthest ends, heresy, and extremes.  . Lost regret! If only you and I exist in the world, why do people still argue about the future? How should we cherish the present? When you look up,  Thousands of gradient colors have bloomed silently at the end of the night. The clouds and the light are like a crown. They are murmuring in the morning glow, as relieved as the sea. You lean towards me. Who said you have to be huge to be great? We are like this.  Existence, after suffering, will shine! If love is not just fantasy.¡±
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