The protagonist, me, lives in the huge torrent of good and evil intertwined in society and school.
And when all the red lines and blue lines intersect, people will always see some abnormal things like me.
I knew that if I spoke out, it would cause even greater confusion. My past and my future were being analyzed in words, and they existed in the past that occurred when I was a child. People were trying to choose the foothold of survival and hope between religion and science.
In order for me to remember the past, and to prevent those sacrifices from being repeated, we concealed some of the past, because we learned that misunderstandings will make scientific beliefs disappear. In those years, like the flood of the times, people's love and hatred spread out like a map. The world has always been changed because of you. God saw my past and people shook their heads, but He also said that my life was very hard, very hard, and I gradually became a mortal who could restrain my thoughts. That day I looked at the long-lost tree. Since the gods, trees and mountains disappeared, people tried to tell the authors what happened here. When the story faded, new troubles would still reappear. After that, people did not dare to turn on the TV to watch the myth proposed by their own inspiration.
I also chose to give up the memory of the past, including everything, under the protection of the gods again and again. At the same time, the other person was not willing for me to forget the past. In this way, my long-cherished wish floated up to the heaven created by my state of mind with my hatred and three children. After many years, my past was like a grain of sand, which was scattered after two steps in the wind. There is no reason to love or hate. The weather is very good today. It is a windless and rainless day. I hope you and I are well.
Reader comments
The author's own assessment is that her choice was powerless. And how did she get out of the predicament? Or was it an illusion that she didn't have those predicaments in the first place? Could it be that those predicaments that she thought she could easily get out of were simply because she didn't touch the center of the whirlpool of life at all.
In short, I hope the police around the world can catch the real truth, instead of watching the criminals escape unscathed under the illusion.
The author's own assessment is that her choice was powerless. And how did she get out of the predicament? Or was it an illusion that she didn't have those predicaments in the first place? Could it be that those predicaments that she thought she could easily get out of were simply because she didn't touch the center of the whirlpool of life at all. In short, I hope the police around the world can catch the real truth, instead of watching the criminals escape unscathed under the illusion.