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当年,我是个爱哭的孩子,村里的人说:眼泪这样多的女孩是没有福气的,将来谁敢娶呢?可全家人都宠爱我,我仍是小伙伴眼里最幸福的那一个。幸福,像一个蹒跚
That year, I was a crying child. The people in the village said: Tears are such a girl with no blessing. Who will dare to marry in the future? But the whole family loves me. I’m still the happiest one in the eyes of my partner. Happiness, like a beggar