Ask for a poem that describes a person who has made many choices and finally finds that the first choice is the best.

Singing snow at dusk, childlike innocence gradually drifted away; People who travel all over Qian Shan are not old, and they are crazy about trying swords in youth; Suddenly looking back at the distance between heaven and earth, Jiangshan beauty dream is absurd; Cover up the remains and get drunk. This peace of mind is my hometown.

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