Perhaps many people have been Kuafu chasing the sun in their lives.
There was a sun in my heart, no matter in love or career
Kuafu chases the sun in his imagination: the sky and the earth are empty, the air is blazing, the sharp wind is howling, and a swarm of swarms is rushing forward without a target. A small black spot moves slowly on the cracked and broken earth. Beads of sweat drip from the tangled and unkempt black hair. It rolls down the lean body and falls on the feet with bulging veins. It is swallowed up by the open-mouthed yellow earth with a plop. Waves of hot wind roared past my ears. When I raised my head, what pierced my eyes was the white light. At that time, people had lost the ability to think. They only knew how to move forward, move, and the flaming sun burned fiercely in the extremely tormented mind.
Such a picture makes my soul tremble. I like such desperate, strange and tragic injuries. It is very beautiful and is the most primitive thing in human nature. However, people nowadays, who were born in reinforced concrete, have long lost this power from nature.
It is purely to express my feelings and has nothing to do with the content of the article.