When we are young, we don't care how many times we have heartbeats, and we don't care how much heartache we feel when our feelings are gone. When youth fades away, we become more and more restrained in our heartbeats, and we become more and more cautious about heartache, because every year of age makes us cramped, restless, and frightened by gains, losses, losses, gains... Life is about gains and losses, and our words and deeds are no longer free and easy.
Just like every man and woman who has traveled around twenty-five, six, and three days, they have been raised too well in the city and are too familiar with them. They are so well-trained that they will not adapt to the local environment if they are moved. If they are familiar with it, they will change throughout their lives and they will not survive.
Just like the protagonist of this article on his emotional journey, his heart is moved and his feelings surge...
One day, both the system and the writer had a seizure, and both the character and the novel were out of control, out of control, out of control, the clouds flew across the sky, the waves crashed into the case, so many words turned into ashes and smoke, and all the points disappeared. We write articles for our own entertainment, and we feel unwilling to lose our entertainment tool. We are even more afraid that someone will come forward with a kitchen knife and ask where the article is. Let us wipe away the tears first, and don't care about anything else. We should serve you well first, so as not to turn around and spit and spit, and smash the bricks with contempt.
Speaking of which, my own son was cut in half, how could my mother not feel sad?
I just hope that the visitors will bring some news when they come and go. Those who are trapped will continue to be trapped, and those who crawl out can crawl out. It all depends on their own wishes.
——Ami Tofu, those who have sinned deeply will shed tears.