Maybe I don't have enough writing skills to support it, but what I originally wanted to express was that Brother Bing's life is a tragedy.
It's the kind of feeling that when a person is crawling around in hell, struggling to get out of his own paradise, he accidentally glimpses heaven for a moment, and suddenly feels it. . . What are these?
What the fuck do I have all this for?
What I want to express is that Brother Bing met the warmest and brightest beam of light he had ever seen at the most inopportune time, which was incomparable and hopeless.
Compared with that beam of warm light, all the bright and flamboyant things around me pale in color, irreparable, and self-conscious about warmth and coldness.
Intention: You are the light, it would be great to meet you sooner.