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Excerpts from Volume 41 of Little Miss Yilin

The northwest wind blew clean the reed flowers on the tips of the reeds under the river embankment; the waves surged into the sky, and the splashing water droplets fell on the bank willows, turning into strings of bright ice.

Looking back, I vaguely saw a small figure at the entrance of the village, still standing, like a small wild flower blooming quietly. Surrounded by green mountains, the village behind her is as beautiful as a dream left by God.

Under the fresh sunshine, the poor Yau Ma Tei is full of various thoughts. One of the biggest thoughts is to run schools and let children study. When choosing a school site, everyone from top to bottom, almost without exception, focused on this treasured land surrounded by water. So, while people sent people to cut thatch on the beach, they also sent people to ask Grandma Qin to move. However, when more than a dozen boats piled high with thatch were happily moored on the banks of the Yau Ma Tei river, Grandma Qin refused to leave this land.

Exercise your iron will, challenge the "impossible" and defeat the "can't do it". The more difficult and dangerous the situation, the more courageous you are to move forward. Use your brave spirit to never back down in the face of any difficulties and obstacles. Overcoming fear is the first step towards success. If you go all out, you can grow through struggle and gain unexpected gains from risks.

Returning to the bright world, seeing the lights reflected on the lake and the twinkling stars, my heart was filled with indescribable gratitude. It turns out that a person is so lucky to have bright eyes.

In the corner, there are piles of fine mud. Occasionally, one or two ants jump out, joining hands, jumping for joy, and looking forward to it. The walls of this thatched house are made of mud and the roof is made of grass. The combination of nature shows the vicissitudes of time.

We are a group of people who are on the merry-go-round of life. The game is not over yet. None of us can get off the horse. We can only keep spinning along with the music. Life is like a wasteland strewn with jewels. Everyone is looking for the shining gems, but most of the time, you can only see the solitary smoke and vines in the wasteland.