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Some people say that Hsu Tse-mo,the poet,is a child,a clever child.He can never grow old,and has an insatiable curiosity about all around him.He can't distinguish between the world of wake and the world of dream.What's more,he doesn't hate anyone,and doubts that if anyone really likes him.Although he has experienced so much in life,those experiences fail to change him.He plays with the things of life,just like a child playing with his toys.To be sure,he also has his own sorrows.To put it in another way,he also has time of worries.
