The poet Maya Angelo once said that if he wants to know how to deal with the following three things: the heavy rain in the sky, the mess of Christmas lights and the loss of luggage. At two in the dark of the night, I arrived at Paris Airport, but my luggage was missing. At this moment, Maya, Maya, where are you? Tomorrow morning, I want my suit instead of those life mottoes with Yan Yue or your contemplation about why the birds in the cage sing. Personally think that when there is a charger and a toothbrush, the singing of the bird in the cage is the most beautiful.
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