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The driver with a car run fast in the wind,

so rudely,so strongly.

I see,a motor-vehicle pass quickly in each time.

It can disturb my heart,but not my soul.

Day by day,millions of this traffic tool work too fast,never stop.

All Man is moving,unless after death.

We,are been so active to learn what we shiuld have to.

We,are to get a techique to  support not only ourselves,but also family.

Man,has lived on earth for many years,can man live for a longer time？

Time will tell you,everything is changing,so suddenly,so puzzled,so horrible.