There were very few things he liked, and equally few things he disliked. Most of the things don't matter. Pain and suffering were his lifeblood. He is so delicate that he can't bear any pain and cannot tolerate any pain. You tell him to endure it, and he cunningly squeezes out a few tears. He knows those who love him and love him, and don't want to see him cry. He is a pet, but he has a bad mind. He was proud of his cunning, his bad naivety. Play with other people's emotions. The senior brother told him that it was called reluctance.
Intention: Study hard and make progress every day