Young people are old in the world.
This is a vanity fair where there are no strict boundaries between temples and the world. People in the temple are also people in the rivers and lakes, but they don't have the simplicity and gratification of the rivers and lakes. A series of strange events secretly show that this is a lost world.
This is a world that has lost its norms. The rules of the previous generation have been forgotten. The rules of this generation are survival of the fittest. In the rivers and lakes, people are like wolves to each other. Suqiu sat coldly on the high bank alone, looking at the chaotic world with cold eyes. In terms of temperament, she was quite compatible with me.
It's like a stormy wave hits the shore, rolling up thousands of piles of snow. After the wave recedes, there are still some stubborn rocks standing stubbornly on the beach, accepting endless tempering. The sea is unpredictable, and everyone is pulled by thousands of threads. Everyone seems to have their own wishes and plans, but they are unable to control themselves. A life that is easily broken encounters a cruel and merciless fate. Whether it is an accidental disaster or a deep imprint under the so-called wheel of historical inevitability, people are so fragile at this moment.
Being thrown into the rivers and lakes, or in other words, being thrown into destiny, everything is too hasty, and the clouds and rain are like rain in the morning and evening. In the vast wilderness of the universe, is the foundation stone under one's feet really so stable? In other words, mutual support is nothing more than self-consideration based on interests. Only forgetting each other and not knowing each other may be the only relief.
——Excerpted from the comments of the second brother