Staying Home and Lazily Wandering – A Life in the Western Hills
Idle days bring boredom, one contemplates the shapes of life.
Childhood innocence mixed with rural soil, youth shrouded in the misty mountains and valleys.
A gentle breeze brushing the willow fluff upon entering office, a ripple in entrepreneurship, rolling the sand dunes.
A life of mediocrity passing the flower age, charting a long river with a light boat!
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