The train of time roars past us, bringing up the sky full of yellow sand and taking away the plain white youth. The huge wheel ran over someone's body, turning out a bright red patch. It left a crack in someone's heart that could never be healed, and blood gushed out.
Pain, if it gnaws at the heart, is the same as love and hate. It can only increase with time, just like an inflamed wound. If it is allowed to fester, it will never heal.
If tragedy is a huge break for the deceased; for the penitent, it is a bone-scratching baptism; then for those who love them deeply, it is a poisonous scorpion that sucks blood and corrodes bones, sucking and devouring the body and soul inch by inch until they are completely drained.
They gave birth to a fat girl, named Zhuang Mengdie. Zhuang Xin's literary thoughts are quite poetic - Zhuang Gongxiao is obsessed with butterflies in his dreams, and he hopes that the emperor's spring heart will be supported by cuckoos. Shen Ningyou said not to consider poetry. Dreams and butterflies both represent beautiful expectations, a rare illusory state in the world, and also represent the passing of time. However, we prefer to call the little guy "short ribs", which sounds delicious and crispy, so appetizing.
We always want to go far away, see many scenery, and experience many stories, but do you know that what you love is the scenery, the inn, or the journey. In fact, no matter where I go, in any corner of the world, I feel at ease only where you are.