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My friend lives in the suburbs, and I haven't been to his house for a long time. One day, the weather was excellent, I was driving on a mountain trail, and I came across his car unexpectedly. He was planning to take a photo of the "Five Festival Mansions" full of mountains with his camera, but unfortunately he didn't come across the happy scene. Instead, he took my friend who was "busy" all day to go home for dinner. I haven't been here for a few years, and I didn't expect his home to be "renewed". In the large empty yard, there are now many hundred-year-old eggplant trees that have been moved, and under the trees lie buffalo-like stones, the kind of large stones that can be used by those who have a full meal to sleep. My eyes were turning red with envy, thinking that I was choked to death by oil smoke every day, but they were breathing with century-old trees and sitting on the same seat with the Wanzai boulder. "How much do these stones and these trees cost?" "Are these? How do you say that?" my friend's wife laughed, "These are no money. The stones were dug up and dug up, put them aside, we spent A few packs of cigarettes and a few bottles of wine were exchanged. The tree, too, is not wanted by others. If we don’t accept it today, it will be used as firewood tomorrow. We couldn’t bear it, so we had to buy it to save it. It died." It seems that the couple are running an old tree shelter. "How did you move here?" "Ha, that's incredible! Moving trees and rocks cost a lot of money, about 200,000!"

It's really unfair, the stone doesn't want money, but the stoner takes a lot of money. I suddenly understood that all things created by God do not require money, Baiyun does not ask for sales by volume, and sprays do not need to be marketed. But as long as there is manpower, you have to give money. There is no money for the water itself, but the water coming out of the faucet needs to be charged by the kWh. Magnolia flowers don't need money, but they cost money to pick them up and sell them in flower baskets. What if God also charges? What if he wants to charge design fees and mold opening fees? If so, any one of us would be destitute as long as one day survives, and before dusk, we can't afford another breath of air. I lie in this yard that doesn't belong to me, on a stone I didn't buy, in a floating life I didn't design for half a day, enjoying the free autumn sunshine.

My friend lives in the suburbs, and I haven't been to his house for a long time. One day, the weather was excellent, I was driving on a mountain trail, and I came across his car unexpectedly. He was planning to take a photo of the "Five Festival Mansions" full of mountains with his camera, but unfortunately he didn't come across the happy scene. Instead, he took my friend who was "busy" all day to go home for dinner. I haven't been here for a few years, and I didn't expect his home to be "renewed". In the large empty yard, there are now many hundred-year-old eggplant trees that have been moved, and under the trees lie buffalo-like stones, the kind of large stones that can be used by those who have a full meal to sleep. My eyes were turning red with envy, thinking that I was choked to death by oil smoke every day, but they were breathing with century-old trees and sitting on the same seat with the Wanzai boulder. "How much do these stones and these trees cost?" "Are these? How do you say that?" my friend's wife laughed, "These are no money. The stones were dug up and dug up, put them aside, we spent A few packs of cigarettes and a few bottles of wine were exchanged. The tree, too, is not wanted by others. If we don’t accept it today, it will be used as firewood tomorrow. We couldn’t bear it, so we had to buy it to save it. It died." It seems that the couple are running an old tree shelter. "How did you move here?" "Ha, that's incredible! Moving trees and rocks cost a lot of money, about 200,000!"

It's really unfair, the stone doesn't want money, but the stoner takes a lot of money. I suddenly understood that all things created by God do not require money, Baiyun does not ask for sales by volume, and sprays do not need to be marketed. But as long as there is manpower, you have to give money. There is no money for the water itself, but the water coming out of the faucet needs to be charged by the kWh. Magnolia flowers don't need money, but they cost money to pick them up and sell them in flower baskets. What if God also charges? What if he wants to charge design fees and mold opening fees? If so, any one of us would be destitute as long as one day survives, and before dusk, we can't afford another breath of air. I lie in this yard that doesn't belong to me, on a stone I didn't buy, in a floating life I didn't design for half a day, enjoying the free autumn sunshine.
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