Plain Ink and Colors (Reborn)

The pit is deep. Stretch your hand in front of your eyes and you can see a little bit of microscopic hair on your nails. Light. Hold your breath and hear your heartbeat. So I hugged my knees tightly and sat at the bottom of the pit, looking up to the sky45 degree angle. Legend has it that in this posture, you can see renewed light. Everyone In the light of the renewal of the legend, I think it neither belongs to today nor It belongs to tomorrow, it only appears at the time it should appear, and stays at Where it should stay, for a short moment, there is a faint white light, Come to warm the dark bottom of the pit and illuminate everyone's sky Hope. So they spread the legend yesterday, today, tomorrow... Said to be floating around every corner. "Are you new here?" Someone asked me. "Yes!" "You looked good climbing down!" I think she is praising me, I always do this, from a pit Climb to the bottom of another pit. I'm used to climbing, so I'm very familiar with it. Practice. "Climb out together and take a breather?" She invited me like this. "No, thank you!" I was tired of climbing and wanted to take a rest at the bottom of this pit. Son. There are pits on the ground at any time. Climb out and you don't know where you are ahead. Every step she takes will lead her to fall into the next pit. I look up to her as she climbs out. Trend, step by step towards hope, step by step towards hope Coming from the bottom of the pit, there is numbness, fatigue, and struggle. So there is People went out and others came in again. "Hello!" "Hello!" "Is it comfortable to squat?" "My legs are a little numb, I'll lie down later!" "Lie down!" "Are you going out too?" "Yes, maybe there will be a new world in the next pit!" You see, people can never give up hope. So, I crawled. I crawled all over the pit. I'm still cheating bottom. Crawling requires such a posture, with hands on the ground and legs kneeling on the ground. This is really not a pleasant posture, but when crawling, my eyes are infinitely close to the bottom of the pit, looking at every place over and over again, like a cow chewing its cud, chewing every word. I have forgotten the initial taste. What I am waiting for is tomorrow's food. I am a fish with my head raised, constantly devouring, never stopping, until the day when the food suffocates me to death. But what I use more is the "squatting" posture. This is a posture soaked in the blood and engraved in the bones. This is the posture in which I keep looking up. This is a 45-degree posture towards the sky. It is said that there is a creature called a bird in the sky. They come and go freely and are never restrained. Their wings are spread out and their bodies are light. I think they will definitely not be able to learn the "squat" movement. No part of their bone structure is designed for squatting. Creation is so discriminating against them that you can hardly imagine how much fun they have in living. Maybe one day you will meet me squatting at the bottom of a pit. I look up to the sky and cry in the wind; Maybe one day you will meet me crawling around, with long hair and fallen nails. Crawling towards you step by step, my hand passes through your black hair, my resentment passes through your network cable, Do you know who I am?

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