The country is like a painting, the beauty is like a pill, a roll of landscape painting, a wisp of the soul of a green mountain painting, the chain of fate has already set the trajectory of life, why struggle? But he was unwilling to do so. Frustrated by the long and boring life, the puppet deviates from the script and is given a new life to watch it struggle in the world. Maybe its efforts are just a play for me, for taste and memory. But why have I never fallen? Life of joy and sorrow is the dream that I cannot touch even a corner of, even with all my strength, right?
--------Luo Qing
Traveling through time twice and living three lives as a human being, I thought it was a blessing, but little did I know that my fate was as insignificant as an ant in the eyes of others.
Life is like an ant, but it is also wonderful.