Women's hearts, after thousands of years of ruthless neglect and trampling by the world, have built up the greatest career in the world through perseverance. This cause is called forbearance, called sacrifice, called the mother line of kindness, called Pu Liusi. It is the lingering dance in the sound field, the green grave in the wind and sand, the heartbreaking end of the world facing each other in an empty house, and the wasted effort of the same sex competing for glory.
I have seen too many of them in this life, and the sadness and desolation numbed my soft heart, and then it became strong. I used my bloody arms to try to wipe their fragile souls, but the more I wiped, the deeper they penetrated into the bone marrow, and the more I wiped, the more painful it became.