The pure and turbid self-centered mind makes it difficult to distinguish between good and evil, right and wrong
The cage tower on the high platform was burned down, and the beauty and black hair no longer wore makeup.
Hong Yuan'er is a kite. No matter how gorgeous the paper is, it can't hide the fact that the thread is in someone else's hand. Where is freedom really? Even if the net is broken, the fish will surely die.
The sparrow is a bird, how can it be willing to bind its wings in a square-inch cage, weeping and staring at the nine-foot sky?
Later, the bird flew away and came back again, laying a fire to the once gorgeous paper kite.
The next day, the news spread like wildfire that there were no survivors in the Qianhongju fire, and people just said that the women who lost their lives were tragically beautiful.
Later, these things became stories of the past, dissipated in invisible time.
Intention: emotion