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@@ -919,11 +919,17 @@ links:
         avatar: "/img/chinakevin.jpg",
       }
     - {
-        title: "Montreal",
+        title: "montreal",
         intro: "天下第一寝室长",
         link: "https://blog.moontreal.cf",
         avatar: "/img/montreal.jpg",
       }
+    - {
+        title: "lllllan",
+        intro: "苏老师太强啦",
+        link: "https://blog.lllllan.cn",
+        avatar: "/img/lllllan.png",
+      }
 
   # 当成员头像加载失败时，替换为指定图片
   # When the member avatar fails to load, replace the specified image

source/_posts/life/light-ii.md

@@ -22,11 +22,11 @@ He vaguely remembered that all around him were glee and thrill when he was a inf
 
 In his memories, his parents never loved him. Oh, maybe they were, before his third birthday. It was unbelievable that a three-year-old little boy could bear so many things in mind such as hearing a baby's weep and his parents' mirth, as well as realizing his disability, which had bothered him for what seemed like centuries. In fact, the voices kept reverberating in his mind, and continued pushing him to the verge of collapse. He considered that day a turning point of his life.
 
-"My third birthday." he smiled wryly, "My last birthday."
+"My third birthday." He smiled wryly, "My last birthday."
 
 He had no intention, and did not willing, to grumble at his parents. What made all the things transpire was his blindness. Even he felt guilty, and believed that himself was to blame. It was him that let his parents down, and that lost courage to live. It was his disadvantage that made him an object of ridicule, and that surrounded him with the deepest darkness. Had he not been blind, everyone would have lived a better life.
 
-Few merry moments could be found in his recollections afterwards. Or maybe.. he pretended to have forgotten them?
+Few merry moments could be found in his recollections afterwards. Or maybe... he pretended to have forgotten them?
 
 He did not stop searching in his memories until the light began to peter out. His mental pain slightly alleviated as he pulled himself out of mind-wandering.
 

source/_posts/life/light-iii.md

@@ -26,7 +26,7 @@ He was immersing himself in this fabulous world when in an instant, as if a heav
 
 He attempted to cast his mind back, and something mysterious occurred.
 
-He could see his father holding him in his arms, while his mother cradled his brother, staring at two little lives, humming a familiar song he had heard for many times. He could see he and his brother climbing up and down at home, and his brother frequently lending him a hand without which he might have fallen off the table that was still higher than him. He could see the family outing, during which his relatives did not get weary of guiding him, telling him what was going on around, such as fragrant flowers dancing with colorful butterflies. So joyful was he at that time that as he thought, in his heart a knot was untied, and the ice melted.
+He could see his father holding him in his arms, while his mother cradled his brother, staring at two little lives, humming a familiar song he had heard for many times. He could see he and his brother climbing up and down at home, and his brother frequently lending him a hand without which he might have fallen off the table that was still higher than him. He could see the family outing, during which his relatives did not get weary of guiding him, telling him what was going on around, such as fragrant flowers dancing with colorful butterflies. So joyful was he at that time that, as he thought, in his heart, a knot was untied, and the ice melted.
 
 Never had he realized that so many fantastic memories had been missing since his third birthday, for which he would have lived delightedly, appreciating the love and hope on earth, summoning up the courage and confidence, to strive for an entirely different life.
 
@@ -36,7 +36,7 @@ Looking down, he saw himself, just lying, peacefully, on the snow-covered ground
 
 ---
 
-"There lies a wall, up to the heaven, down to the hell, left to infinity, right to where you cannot see."
+"There lies a wall, up to heaven, down to hell, left to infinity, right to where you cannot see."
 
 "This wall is called death."
 

source/_posts/life/spring-i.md

@@ -28,4 +28,4 @@ It suddenly occurred to me that, unlike what I considered before, what was calle
 
 So the spring is not all about a couple of turtle doves who are busy constructing a cozy neat twiggy nest where the new life will be brought, nor about the pale pink blossoms that bloom wherever you behold, adorning the corner of the bright blue sky. The essence of the spring lies in the persistence that the doves possess, even if they get so close to human beings and lose one of the only two eggs. It lies in the patience with which the dove squats in its nest unceasingly, awaiting the arrival of the baby, no matter the icy drizzle and the roaring gale. It lies in the optimism which encourages the blossoms to bloom vigorously in the frigid sprinkle. It lies in the devotion of the blossoms as they make the world transfigured despite the adversity they are confronted with.
 
-I lingered on the balcony, hearkening wind and rain, dismay dissipating gradually. And here came the spring. I could sense that, distinctly.
+I lingered on the balcony, hearkening wind and rain, dismay dissipating gradually. And here came spring. I could sense that, distinctly.

source/_posts/life/spring-ii.md

@@ -36,6 +36,6 @@ Fortunately, we gradually awake to the pernicious effects, and we are making a c
 
 It was late spring, and every plant was flourishing. I heard the birds warbling a mellifluous night chorus, my heart mollified.
 
-I entertain the hope that one day, we can thoroughly relish the felicity from nature. I envision an unspoiled environment. If we esteem nature, make optimal decision, and take prompt action.
+I entertain the hope that one day, we can thoroughly relish the felicity from nature. I envision an unspoiled environment. If we esteem nature, make optimal decisions, and take prompt actions.
 
 I'm looking forward to the arrival of that very day.

source/_posts/life/the-beginning.md

@@ -16,9 +16,9 @@ It's said those who have received compliments should be rather careful, for othe
 
 When we gaze at the vast, dark night sky, sparsely-arranged stars hang high, whispering about what they have just witnessed on this tiny, lonely, but vigorous cerulean planet, such as a large amount of teenagers burning the midnight oil, waiting for that extraordinary moment, after which they may become an adult, or may bare his or her heart to someone else, or, may just sigh with the feeling that it seems something in life, which is hard to be aware of, has vanished silently and drastically. Whatever they see, the sparkling stars keep extending their best wishes to whom they have not known and may never know. The stars, the glinting stars, the stars that split the profound night sky, for how long will we still be able to look up at you?
 
-When we overlook the pure white snowfield, accumulated snowflakes lie serenely, mirroring the warm, golden light that streetlamps cast, illumining the bottom of passers-by's hearts, which originally filled with some annoying things, like working overtime without gaining anything, or getting into a conflict with someone he or she considers dearest, or, biting, frigid wind blowing right into cheek, as if thousands of sharp knives are pricking the skin. But at the time, the light disperses the dust, and pushes the haze in the heart aside, bringing peace and quiet, awakening hope for the future, for the year approaching. The snow, the crystal snow, the snow that decorates the empty city streets, will you still be here years later?
+When we overlook the pure white snowfield, accumulated snowflakes lie serenely, mirroring the warm, golden light that streetlamps cast, illumining the bottom of passersby's hearts, which originally filled with some annoying things, like working overtime without gaining anything, or getting into a conflict with someone he or she considers dearest, or, biting, frigid wind blowing right into cheek, as if thousands of sharp knives are pricking the skin. But at the time, the light disperses the dust, and pushes the haze in the heart aside, bringing peace and quiet, awakening hope for the future, for the year approaching. The snow, the crystal snow, the snow that decorates the empty city streets, will you still be here years later?
 
-No matter how we get through the year just past, it doesn't make any sense to immerse in the memory. We shall always look forward, but don't forget, up in the sky, down on the ground, there must be someone else, caring you, supporting you, giving you hope whenever it seems impossible.
+No matter how we get through the year just past, it doesn't make any sense to immerse in the memory. We shall always look forward, but don't forget, up in the sky, down on the ground, there must be someone else, caring for you, supporting you, giving you hope whenever it seems impossible.
 
 Anyhow, it's a brand new beginning.