My second grade work. Essay. I felt bored after seeing too many pig trotters who sacrifice themselves for others and pity all living beings, so I wanted to write a different story.
This is my first time writing ancient prose, so I'll just ignore any inappropriate wording.
I am for others, who is for me?
Why bother to entangle, you can kill them all with one sword.
Everything the protagonist in the article experienced is the reason for the ending of this story. We still have to have ordinary hope and live an ordinary life on our own path.
Intention: I am for others, who is for me?