The "unbearable" past has become an aftertaste. Is this a baptism of thought or a simple annotation of past events? This conclusion can only be drawn through one's own experience, without copying or plagiarism. The river of life is sometimes mighty and mighty, sometimes it is trickling. The mighty waves surge to the sky, decorate life, and make life magnificent, magnificent and exciting. The trickling person is like a beloved wife who is quietly waiting for you to come home; like the children and grandchildren around your knees who call so kindly that your heart melts; and like bowls of sweet and delicious rice day after day.
Purpose: Inspirational