Losing a loving mother is like a flower in a vase. Although it still has color and fragrance, it has lost its roots. ——Lao She

People live for tomorrow, because there is morning sun and dew in their memory; if the past mornings were as dark and ugly as hell, why look forward to tomorrow? Yes, there is also the danger of pain in memory, but hope can sugarcoat the horrors of the past, like watching a tragedy, and there is some sweetness in the pain. No matter how you put it, everything in the past cannot be moved; in fact, Therefore, it is reliable; tomorrow's confusion is entirely supported by yesterday's reality, and new dreams are the repairs and repairs of the past.

The old history, with its poems, paintings, and gentlemen and villains, must die! A new history must be born of blood.

The flash floods and huge waves broke through the stone embankment, destroyed the village, drowned the cattle and horses, uprooted the old trees, and could not break up a little bit of dregs.