The cuckoo never doubts the spring breeze, but always hates the mistake of a beautiful woman. I have gone and come back again, full of sentimental sounds and sentimental landscapes, laughing at me and returning to nowhere.
Ah, I finished chanting this poem among thousands of flowers, Wen Ge thought.
What is the ultimate form of life? The sky and the earth can be dust, the sea can be mountains, there can be insects, fish, and flowers. Ten thousand Hamlets and ten thousand Shakespeares. Who is he? Who is she? Who is it? Just look at the consciousness conveyed in your eyes, showing the sorrow of endless vicissitudes of life.
It turns out that as soon as we are born, everything ends.
With a bang, a handsome little ant carried a hammer that was hundreds of times bigger than him, and smashed it hard at the cannon fodder that was once again in a daze and was being pressed and rubbed on the ground by the whole world, Wen Ge. As a useless cannon fodder, Wen Ge struggles to survive in the world.
Concept: At first we are unable to realize our own personal consciousness, but after we become strong enough and are constantly suppressed by reality, we grow up and form your personality.