Some people say that life in a small town is simple and happy. People in the small town are easily satisfied. They are more likely to be happy. If they don't go out, they will have a lifetime of happiness. In such an era, being able to be confined in one place and gain a lifetime of happiness is as if even the chicken feathers in life are as gorgeous as fireworks. I didn't understand it before, but now I understand. That happiness is a kind of tranquility, a kind of fearlessness, a kind of silence, a kind of giving up...;
A small town that can be traversed from south to north and from east to west with a battery car, there are many people living in it. Their lives seem to be just like a dozen years ago. Eating, going to work, getting off work, walking, and gathering with friends to drink and brag are the same. It also seems to be living in the highly information-based present. They use mobile phones to pay for shopping. The Internet, air conditioners, refrigerators, in short, are a contradiction, and the people living in them are also a huge mixture. Naturally, they are mixed with love and hate entanglements. Sometimes, the people living in it will wake up, but soon it will be silent after the aftertaste like a night dream. When I wake up in the morning, it seems like there is something, but it seems like there is nothing.
There is such a person living here. She wanted to see the world, but never took a step out. She thought she must have been born and raised here, and then she just let nature take its course. Then she quickly integrated into the town. When she dreamed back at midnight, she was thinking, look, it doesn't seem that difficult!
So, you know, the world is so strange, many times it goes around and around, but it always comes back again!
Intention: People all have the right to think, but they are always stuck in thinking.