A Real Dream

Sir, I also know that the writing is not good, please forgive me

I was in a very happy mood and walked around everywhere. Yimo. The name is so good, let alone the writing. Come and take a look... A small brick hit me on the head. Sweat. . . Falling from the clouds, all the time, all the time. I have never considered matters of life and death, but now I have no choice but to do so. Think about it, why bother. To say the least, I don't blame the author, it's just that I'm worried. With great sadness (I am trying hard to maintain this emotion), I went to look for something. (No need to say it clearly?!) Comfort me. What are you thinking about? Hey, stop looking around, just say you, don't think wrongly. I just want to go home and find a doll to comfort me. . . . The author made my mood so low, should I take a small brick and "bang" it a few times to vent my anger? What do you think??

The future of humanity is grim It's a pity that almost no one saw it, or they saw it but didn't care. Human selfishness is the source of destruction