How can a person with wounds all over his body hold onto happiness?
Growing up: falling in love, getting married, having children, losing...
In fact, people have to grow up on their own. It took me about 35 years from hearing this word to understanding it. During my childhood, my family was very poor, but I was very happy. I don't know why I was happy. I had books to read, food to eat, people I wanted to see, and things I wanted to do. How happy I was. Yes, I later learned that these were all given by my parents. No matter how poor my family was, fish belly would always be the first thing I ate with my chopsticks at the dinner table.
