How long can a sign hang on a windy and rainy street? How many of the old songs you loved can you still remember? Someone said: Each of our lives begins with his own tears and ends with the tears of others. I want to say that the person who said this must be a kind person, because in his heart, there is always such a firm belief: When a life passes away, what remains in the world must be sadness. Zhang Ailing once said: Life is a gorgeous robe covered with lice. Life is indeed not a smooth road. The black crows of sorrow and disaster are always hovering over our heads. The stagnant water of suffering and despair often makes us physically and mentally haggard. Do we lie down and lament the unfairness of our fate? Or choose to take your own ferry? Too many people will sigh for a fallen leaf in the autumn wind, but never shed a tear of sadness for this brocade robe covered with lice. Please don't blame me, because this is an era that forgets kindness...