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We don't cry, we are not tired, we are so hard to pay, because we have dreams, want to get rid of poverty, when people in the city, live the dream of urban life, I would have lived In the countryside, there is a place where I gave birth to me, where I spent a wonderful childhood, where I have my dreams. When I grow up, I step into the society in order to get rid of poverty and backwardness. In order to realize my wishes, I still choose to leave this place. The place that made my dreams wander, left my loved ones, chose to go around, decided to go out and sway. I took a heavy bag and came to this strange place. I dreamed of going through the city and going through the city. Life is the same as human beings. I hope my children can get into a good university like the children in the city. In this big city with high-rise buildings, there is no fragrance of hometown, no moon in the hometown, only a lonely figure. 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