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Fate is a beautiful encounter, either quiet or warm, or looking back or embracing. The fate is the book, which will be missed inadvertently. If you read too seriously, you will cry. Life is a river that surges in the annual rings of the years. Those romantic, unintentional, hesitant or intermittent images are in the bustling and shackles, and are engraved with deep, shallow, or thick or light impressions. A smog of rain, a half of the dream, there are many times, we have left an unforgettable memory, in the baptism of the years, or incomplete, or blurred; many familiar faces, in the busy rhythm and intermittent connection, Desalination becomes a familiar back. However, what has not changed in the change is that a copy of the one hidden behind the back...