I write this based on my personal experience, hoping that more confused people can see that fate is not scary, but that people are worried about confusion. Don't pursue the superficial form too much, look into your heart clearly, and don't be blinded by desire. There are mountains of people, people in front and mountains behind. In Linxi, Inner Mongolia in 2000, the biting cold wind carried snow particles across the loess slopes. Lin Wanxing was born on the hot bed of the adobe house, but on the third day he suffered a shocking moment of dying for five hours. It was the grandmother's skinny embrace and persistent calling that pulled her back from the gate of hell - this girl marked by fate was born with the fate of being a horse passed down from generation to generation in the Lin family. The three unburned sticks of old incense in the blue-gray porcelain incense burner hid the "fate grind" that she could not avoid.
