In the past, no matter what happened, I didn't think about it. I thought that pain would lead to happiness. But the fact is just the opposite. Pain often cannot be put away or shake off. Even if it is shaken off, it will come back. When you feel depressed, you often need a good environment to soothe yourself. Calm down, open the window, look at the blue sky and white clouds, listen to the chirping of insects and birds, and breathe in the fresh air, you will feel much better. When I was in pain, the good environment actually made me more painful. The sky was still so blue, the clouds were still so free and easy, and the whole world did not change at all because of my pain. I seemed not to belong to this world. Therefore, I want to vent my pain and not let myself die in that terrible silence. When I am angry, I find a bad weather, a strong storm, clenched my fists, and shout loudly until the rain stops, the wind subsides, and the voice becomes hoarse. Then I calm down, take a few deep breaths, and my mood naturally calms down. If the sun comes out, maybe my mood will suddenly become brighter. I am heartbroken, but I also look for bad weather, not strong winds, not lightning, just heavy rain. Cry happily in the rain, condense all the pain into tears, fall from your eyes, and let the rain dilute them one by one. I cried until I felt dizzy, so I fell to the ground. The rain stopped. Look, it was a rainbow. I like to lie in bed and think about the pain every time. I cry when I think about it, and then I dry it, think about it again, cry again, and dry it again. ?