From Zhengde to Jiajing, it seems as calm as water, but in fact there are turbulent undercurrents. A life that has been laid to rest, and an accident that suddenly comes, if future generations don't have God's perspective; who would know whether it will be flowers or tombstones in the next second. Everyone who comes by will say you are lucky, and everyone will leave thinking you are lucky. But when you see the rows of unmarked tombstones, does good luck really happen to everyone?
