What is the most powerful skill in the world? It is to grow old with a happy mood, to choose to rest when you want to work, to remain silent when you want to talk, to rekindle hope when you are disappointed, and to bear your cross obediently and calmly.
It was at this time, when Wei Xie could not bear his cross, that Qinghuai appeared.
So he walked into the green ruins and sat with Xiao Qinghuai holding his legs. "What are you looking at?" Moon. "There is no moon?" "There is, but I can't find it." Xiao Qinghuai's eyes were calm and unruffled. "If you need it, I will help you find it. If you can't find it, we won't look for it." Six-year-old Qinghuai looked at me, his eyes as calm as water. After a long time, I heard his voice, "Okay, if you can't find it, we won't look for it." I looked at him, and he looked up at the moonless night sky, as if his moon had already been born there, hanging high above. His eyes were calm and starry, with a peaceful and intoxicated look flowing out from them.