Life is like a shell in the sea, drifting with the waves, ups and downs, unable to change, only adaptable, scraping off the edges and smoothing the features, leaving only the smooth but uneven edges, curled up in a corner. If a person's resilience to hardships is the length of her life, then the height of her self-understanding determines the depth of her acceptance of the external world. People will eventually enter the outside world, and curling up in a corner can only be a short-term escape. When the barriers of protection disappear, even curling up will become a luxury.
The shells on the golden beach are the most precious treasures in my life! In the eyes of others, they may be old and full of remnants of time; they may be scarred, with only incomplete sutures; they may be shriveled, full of painful struggles; maybe~~~ No matter which one, they are my most cherished salvation!
In this northeastern seaside town full of novelty shells, we are all trying to be each other's salvation in different ways!
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Purpose: Persistence is to meet a better self.